Nothing like stuffing yourself on cheap chili-dogs and Frito pies at the home opener.
I'll be hanging out on the fence by the locker room signing autographs and regaling the fans about the time we made the state playoffs. (We wuz robbed.)
They used to call me the "Flying Pig". 260 pounds and could run a 4.6 40. I did my own blocking and returned kicks to boot. People still squeal when I stroll the sidelines.
Darryl Royal went to his grave wishing he would have recruited me to put me on the other side of the 'bone opposite Earl Campbell.