Whenever I watch a Texas Longhorns football game and they lose, I always find myself pointing my pointer finger and pinkie finger into the air before violently pointing them downward towards the ground while letting out a loud cheer.
I hate the Texas Longhorns.
It’s not the same as my hatred for the Colorado Buffaloes (that hate is deep and is most likely genetically passed on to my children) or the Oklahoma Sooners. The Burnt Orange have always held a special place in my “hate sphere”. Perhaps it’s the presumed superiority when it comes to anything involving a field and a football.