My eyes always begin to water when I am reminded of that day.
First time I ever saw my Dad cry was Nov 18, 1999.
Even though I'm class of 2010, my dad was class of '83 and is originally from Bryan, so every Thanksgiving our tradition was to go back to Aggieland for a family reunion, the football game, and Bonfire. Some of my earliest memories are of sitting on my uncle's shoulders while the crowd sawed varsity's horns off after the Bonfire was lit. I can still smell that crisp autumn air, feel the heat from the blaze on my face, hear the War Hymn echo.......something like that never leaves you--I feel so privileged to have seen it with my own eyes.
The Bonfire football game was a whole different level of emotion. Everyone in that stadium--Longhorns included--was hurting that day, and to this day I maintain that that particular halftime show was the only one the Aggie Band ever lost. As much grief as Ags and Horns give each other, they were pure class that day. Don't think I've ever witnessed a more emotional scene than when A&M recovered a fumble to seal the win.
Shit, now my office is all dusty again