This upcoming Saturday is the last game of the season and the I-35 rivalry game against Texas State. We know what's on the line and we know what our job is.
New England crushed Indianapolis yesterday 59-24 but tight end Rob Gronkowski broke his arm.
Enjoy, and don't forget the wet naps.
I'm quite certain both teams were included in the intentions of countless rosaries during morning Mass. Prayers not specifically for a win, but as a diplomatic priest would say from the pulpit, "Blessings for our boys to play their best."
It's easy to sit here and ramble off items in response to what motivates me, but the more important question is what allows me to be motivated. In my case, it's not what, but who.
The scandal at Penn State is a shadow across the soul of the university, a bitter reminder that the president who fails to confront corruption will ultimately fail completely, taking down countless other people as he crashes.
We are fighting for life and the only way we truly live is by winning. I know that if I am going to be alive anymore, it's going to be striving for victory. Not for me, but also for my family. My team.
My teammates and I are the one percent of the one percent. We are merely one out of 124 FBS teams and one out the many UTSA ultimately will have. However, right now, we are the team.
The Sooners are being billed as an absolute offensive juggernaut. While I find their offense to be very formidable, I don't believe that Oklahoma has faced a defense as good as Notre Dame's.
You know it's a big game when you are a program with as storied a history as that of the Oklahoma Sooners and people are referring to Saturday's game as one of the biggest non-conference games in school history.
I'm really not one to exalt moral victories, but I can't ask for more than the guy next to me to be able to look me in the eyes and know, without question, that he fought alongside me until the bitter end. That's what a team is made of and that's what Roadrunners are made of.
Bouncing back from adversity is simple, really. All it takes is a network of people who believe and support each other. A team. We take on the San Jose State Spartans this week. They better come prepared because I am part a team that believes.
When my daughter was in high school, she told me about a college friend who always made sure that if she texted one parent she would also text the other because if she did not, one parent would feel left out. I thought this was ridiculous. Now she is in college. "Did you get a text today?" I ask my husband.
This isn't just another Red River Shootout. Both Texas and Oklahoma have a conference loss heading into the game for the first time since 1997. The team that wins will remain relevant in the Big 12 title race. The other will virtually be eliminated.
A loss like this weekend's in a prime time matchup over a hated rival is disappointing. But don't let that keep you from what this team will one day be capable of.
I sometimes fell short of attending church on Sundays, but I never fell short of attending games on Friday nights. Football is my religion and Ron Poe Stadium was my sanctuary.