WT rains out Midwestern

Well, we brought home the herd. 
After a week of marshmallow and weenie consumption, bonfire building, guarding, and burning, homecoming dances, parades, floats, fairs, elections, marches by torchlight, maroon and white decor, we can finally say that we came home in 2008. But it wasn’t made official until our domination on the football field took place. Buffalo fans from far and wide gathered last night, and by four thirty it was next to impossible to get within a mile of Kimbrough Stadium. I was reminded of my home in the Dallas metroplex as I putted along the service road wondering if I was ever going to get out of first gear. 
But the traffic was the least of the problems facing our homecoming game in this year of our Lord 2008.

Upon arrival to the parking lot a very nice baseball boy dressed in green waved me on into the lot, where there was officially zero places left. I nervously made my own and glanced around for a 5-o. Luckily I made it away without a parking ticket.

It was strange to me that despite the drab weather everyone seemed chipper and ready for some football. I walked past the sea of tailgaters and I noticed a few games of washers, and aggie golf going down, and the smell of hotdogs and hamburgers was thick despite the rain. College boys stood shirtless in the precipitation covering their chests with paint, shivering with WT pride.

There was an hour to go until kick off when I made my way into the actual stadium. To my suprise, the place was already packed and I had a hard time finding my friends in the mess of maroon everywhere. By the time I got to them the rain was starting to pelt us a little bit. Soon thereafter old ladies were taking cover beneath seat cushions, and some were begining to talk about running for the hills.
A huge streak of lightning colored the gray sky, and the big voice came over the system to announce the delay of our homecoming for an additional half an hour.

Pack it up.

It was as if the announcement itself opened up the skies. The rain hit us like bullets as we sprinted back to the gates, we waited to get our hands stamped and hid beneath our purses, foam fingers, and hoodies. We retreated back to our cars and crammed as many people as you could imagine into a mid-sized SUV.
Wondering if our homecoming dreams were going to be ruined, we turned on some Jack Johnson music and sang our little hearts out as we awaited the big game.

You may be able to postpone destiny, but you cannot cancel it.

A giant rainbow appeared over the stadium as we re-entered with our hand stamps, as if a promise of our coming victory over Midwestern State University on our homecoming. I’ve never seen a full-fledged rainbow like that before, it was straight lucky charms style and I half expected leprachauns to walk on the field, though I was relieved to see it was our buffalos ready for battle.
The first half was close. It was shaping up to be a good game, fueled by noise makers, and cheers for Keithon Flemming, a running back and all-star rapper known on the streets as Young Boss. By half time I’d lost my voice completely and the score was a solid 21 us, 14 Midwestern.
Although we weren’t up against Eastern New Mexico for homecoming this year, you could feel the tension as we went into the game again.
Little did we know, that our team was just taunting them the entire time, and it turned out to be a complete blow out.
It seems like WT football domination is inevitable. Unfortunatley so is rain despite our desertous location, and when the rain came back for a second drive by, most people, knowing we had the victory in the bag, tucked tail and headed for dry ground for good.

We stuck it out to the end, and though we were dripping wet from head to toe, we walked away with a victory, memories that will last a life time, and a cold that will last about a week and a half.

Go Buffs.

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