That game almost put me into labor!

No, seriously! The adrenaline at the end was making the baby go bonkers in my belly. I had about 8 "Braxton Hicks" in an hour but then they went away. Oh Colt, why must you tease us all so! I told Mark that if I were still in college I'd be on my 7th or 8th different kind of beer. You see, that was a strategy (superstition) we used when UT needed a little help during an away football game. We'd switch what kind of beer we were drinking. This meant we had to have a minimum of 5 different kinds of beer on hand and usually we'd end up with 10-15. Just to be safe! It was also completely unacceptable not to finish the last beer you were working on before the switch.

Back to last night's game. Nail Biter? Squeaker? Skin of your teeth? None of those can even come close to describing how I felt. Although unlike the Tech game I was not praying in front of the TV. That's probably just because it takes too much effort to get off the floor these days. Instead I had my hands over my eyes and peeked through the cracks in my fingers and may have promised Hunter Lawrence our firstborn son.

Oh and I believe they only referred to Shipley as McCoy's roommate once during the game which is a new record low. We once used the roommate comment as a trigger for a drinking game and I puked by halftime.