There’s a lesson behind Baylor’s Cotton Bowl meltdown.
I remember the 1980s when a one touchdown loss was reason to celebrate. Baylor was that team everyone played for homecoming. A surefire win. The best thing about game day was Poppa Rolla’s Pizza. Football was ugly. The #SicSomeonePlease days.
And then Art Briles turned everything around. He was Baylor’s new miracle on the Brazos. RGIII. A beautiful stadium.
I pinch myself during every game because I remember the past. Remembering keeps me grounded.
A little gratitude is never bad. Being gracious is a good thing. Even in football.
Becoming arrogant and whiney and too-big-for-your-britches rarely turns out positive. Even in football.
Yes, overall Baylor had a great season. Ranked 5th in the nation. Invited to the Cotton Bowl. Everything was as golden as those blinding Baylor helmets right until Karma became the twelfth man.
I sure could have used a Poppa Rolla’s pizza yesterday.
Sooner or later in life, we all take our own turn being in the position we once had someone else in. (Author, Ashly Lorenzana)
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
[tweetthis]Karma became Baylor’s twelfth man. @BUFootball [/tweetthis]
And now I cheer Go Ducks!