I grew up in Texas as a Baylor fan back when that didn’t mean Big 12 championships and Art Briles. I vividly remember asking my dad (a double Baylor graduate—undergrad and law) why we kept coming to watch this team lose every Saturday. I remember sitting in the cheap concrete end zone seats of the old Floyd-Casey Stadium with my buddies and playing tag or whatever because the game on the field was so boring and the stadium was so empty.
My years of Baylor fandom can be summed up in one moment from 1999. I was standing in my family’s seats somewhere on the 45-yard-line as Baylor lined up at around the 6 with a three point lead on UNLV.