A week until the roaring in my brain stops, the blood and star bursts subside from my vision and my jaw unlocks. Mere days until I can see again, feel again, and be right with the universe. A week from tomorrow the echoes wake and the fight begins for a champion of the west; the boys from old Florida rally and the Men of Troy fight; a week till Boomer Sooner, Rammer Jammer and the Rambling Wreck; till the eyes of Texas seek Gabriel and the War Eagle flies. So, Anchors Aweigh and Glory, Glory, motherfuckers, it is almost...MY time to shine!
I got a little teary-eyed. One week from today, the visors will fly.
ReplyDeleteFuck yeah! That was fantastic my friend.
ReplyDeleteI've even begun to get deathly ill, which is a good sign it's Fall.
ReplyDeleteAnd I thought I was excited for next weekend before I read this...
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