Dearest Gehrig and Eliana,
Hello, sweethearts! It has been way too long since Granny and I have seen you, but from your photos it looks like you are still growing up so fast. Christmas is almost upon us and even though we will not get to spend the holidays with you, please know we share the love of the season with you in our hearts.
I am sure you have visited with Santa (or will soon) and will be filling out your Christmas lists. We hope you get everything you ask for, but, of course, if you did you would be all out of wishes and hopes. Who can live like that?
Granny and I spent Thanksgiving down in
with all the family there, including your Aunt Brittany, Uncle Sae and your
brand new cousin, Ruby. Of course, Rudy
is precious and we can’t wait for you to meet her. On Thanksgiving Day a few of us went to the
annual football game between the Austin and
the Aggies of Texas A&M. I am sorry
to say it was not the Longhorns year as we got hammered pretty badly. But something occurred in that game I thought
I would share with you. University
of Texas Longhorns
It was bitter cold that night and with the strong gusts coming out of the north, the wind chill was 28 degrees at game time. Most people were bundled up in their heaviest winter coats and ski caps with earmuffs. They huddled against each other in their seats just trying to keep warm. All except for this one young fellow a dozen seats to my left on Row 4 of the upper deck. This maroon-clad Texas A&M fan, from the opening kickoff, stood through the entire game. He and his friend, who was not standing, were the only Aggies in a
the upper deck. He was the only one
At first the spectators behind him politely asked him to sit down. Then, they got more vocal as the Aggie ignored their requests. You could hear the shouts ring out every minute or so, “Hey, sit down”, or “Down in front!” The Aggie continued to stand. After about 10 minutes into the game an Event Staff person in a yellow vest came down and asked the Aggie to sit down as several fans had gone up and complained. He refused to comply. The ES person signaled for his supervisor and he came down, excused himself as he edged past a half dozen fans and spoke to the Aggie. After a minute or two of discussion, the supervisor came back to the aisle and climbed up the stairs. Five minutes later a uniformed police officer returned with the supervisor and he told the Aggie he would need to take a seat to avoid a potential unruly situation with other fans. Again, he refused. I found myself more than a little annoyed by this man’s total disregard for the other spectators around him and he wasn’t even blocking my view.
At this point the officer radioed for back up and two other officers came down and they physically removed the Aggie from his seat and escorted him away. The Aggie did not resist but as he and his friend ascended the stairs, the crowd clapped and cheered the police action. I briefly pondered the legality of the police action but I understood their desire to maintain the peace and prevent any possible altercations.
Unbelievably, after about five minutes, the Aggie and his friend came back to their seats, unattended by police but accompanied by the Event Staff supervisor. He released the men to their seats and the friend sat down but the Aggie continued to defiantly stand, which kind of brings me to my next pearl:
: “Just Because You Have the Right to Do a
Thing Doesn’t Mean You Should” Pearl
The crowd around and behind the Aggie was furious. They could not understand how these two had not been thrown out of the stadium. They did not say anything to the Aggie that I could hear but the buzz around the two was audible to our entire section and beyond. The Event Staffer, as he walked back up the stairs, was telling people the Aggie had argued that he had a right as a ticket holder to stand or sit as he saw fit and had pleaded his case effectively. The police finally agreed he was committing no crime and allowed them to return.
Just before halftime I just could resist no longer so I made my way over to where the Aggie and his friend were and stood in front of them on the row below which was vacant. I said, “Excuse me, but do you know where you are?” The young man looked down at me and said, “Yeah, I’m in
“That is right”, I said, “and do you know what stadium you are in?” The A&M marching band was about to take
the field for the halftime show and the Aggie was already becoming irritated
with my questions. “Yes, I am in Texas
Memorial Stadium”, he responded with a hint of sarcasm. “So you are aware”, I said, “that you are not
in College Station and this is not Kyle Field where the practice of standing
through every home game is a time honored tradition, but, instead, here in the
middle of the Longhorn's house where standing in front of your fellow
spectators for no reason is considered both rude and annoying?” Austin
At this point, the fans around and behind the Aggie began to clap and cheer. I was not aware my words were being heard by that many people but as I looked around I saw several fans, male and female, urging me on. “I have a right to stand if I want to and I am just supporting my team”, the Aggie declared quietly but defiantly. “I agree you have the right to stand and the right to support your team”, I retorted, “but if in doing so you inconvenience all of these people around you perhaps you might consider sitting until there is a reason for you to stand”.
Suddenly, the friend who had been silent up until then said, “Hey, he is just supporting his team, why don’t you leave him alone. We are trying to watch the A&M band and you are in the way”. I wanted to shout, “Bingo, pinhead!” but instead I replied calmly “My point exactly”. “By standing here in front of you I am blocking the view of something you want to see and that is exactly how all these folks around you feel”. The Aggie just stared at me blankly.
“By standing the entire game you are being rude and inconsiderate and even though Texas A&M teaches honor and to uphold tradition, there is no honor, no badge of courage for what you are doing here today”, I continued, “If you missed that lesson in school at least didn’t your daddy teach you better than that?” “My father has nothing to do with this”, the Aggie blurted out. “I was pretty sure he hadn’t”, I responded in disgust, “Because if he had, he would have had you out behind the woodshed teaching you some manners”.
The Aggie just sneered so I turned and walked back to me seat but even the people clapping me on the back as I went didn’t still the anxiety I had in my heart over the confrontation and the entire situation. It was like I was talking to a tree stump. The Aggie stood the entire second half, people started to calm down or just moved out from behind him as the Longhorns stumbled to their fifth home loss in a row and the partisan crowd thinned, giving in to the frigid wind and increasingly sound defeat.
The Aggie was still standing as the game ended and we made our way up the stadium steps, but I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind. Did he think that in addition to his team’s victory, he had won a victory that cold and windy night? Did he think he had accomplished some brave deed, that some moral imperative had been valiantly defended? Did he miss that his behavior was considered totally inappropriate for his surroundings and that the image of all Aggies, in the minds of dozens, if not hundreds, of people was tarnished by his rudeness and lack of manners. It is my hope, dear ones, that if you ever find yourself in a situation where you have the right to do a thing that you think about the Aggie and exercise prudent judgment in exercising that right.
I love you, bunches and bunches,