There's this little section of carpet right in front of our TV that has seen more than its share of nervous pacing. When a game's close, it's where I'm compelled to stand, as if my yelling and gesturing will somehow impact my team more simply because of my proximity to the screen.
I stood there when Justin Tucker kicked the winning field goal in the Horns' last game against the aggies.
It's the place where I watched the World Series slip away from the Rangers in the ninth of that infamous game 6.
It's where we counted down the final seconds as the Mavs won the 2011 NBA title.
And it's right where I was during overtime tonight as the Horns scored their winning TD and then stopped the Mountaineers' OT drive.
I have visions of someday ripping up this living room carpet and replacing it with tile or laminate flooring, but you know, considering my sports allegiances, maybe we should leave it be. The older I get, the tougher these close games are on my body. If that little section of flooring were any harder, I could be one last-second play away from tearing my ACL.
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