JT Diary (Sunday, Sept 26, 2010)
Went to UT football game. Team (our team- Texas Longhorns) seemed unfocused, not able to see the end zone. We sat in the usual seats, on the alumni end of the stadium. We get shade starting at about 2:00 PM and that’s not an accident. Generous alumni must not be submitted to the torture of the Texas mid-day sun. The stands got restless, some profanity was hurled at the officials… who else?... as things went from bad to worse on the field.
I got my biggest thrill by engaging in some texting from my seat. An outrageous blonde with big boobs pushing forth from a plunging neckline sat directly behind us. When I say plunging I’m talking about the stock market following dot.com bust or maybe, even better, the flash crash of a few months back—we’re talking jaw-dropping plunge here. She was part of a foursome, including a slightly more modest but equally attractive brunette. So, wouldn’t you know it… the stadium camera crew found our little enclave of fans for the first time in the history of the Jumbotron, the huge screen at the south end of the stadium. The screen towers the size of a building emitting images and ads and game play and fan shots for the entire ballgame. We were never on there before but the two outrageous babes got us there this Saturday.
Happy, with my white hair shining like a beacon on the side of an electronic wall, I texted a few folks about my elation. Turns out I texted about ten people more than intended. It was fun to get the response of people around the nation, many knew nothing about my attending the game. The electronic world with its powerful embrace, and full of frivolous chatter, seemed different to me. I had the stage, a microphone of sorts, and my buoyancy carried me outward to my own little audience. They responded in various ways—my nephew the UCLA grad enjoyed what was happening on the field with the downfall of mighty Texas, my family in New York seemed bemused, my high school buddy, a sports guy, seemed curious about the setting. One friend put it best: “Ah, the sweet satisfaction of fame, at last!”
