Showing posts with label Aggie Football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aggie Football. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

India - Pakistan, The Half-Time Show


Today was the last day of school. My students and colleague thought is would a funny joke to put a t.u. hat on the desk in my classroom. I played along, expressing the required amount of outrage. Everyone was pleased.

Then they hat kept creeping back into my classroom. I tried to maintain my composure, but there is only so much a good Texas Aggie can take before he has to do something. So after the third reappearance and an attempt at a sneak attack to place the devil hat upon my head, I made an announcement, "If that hat shows up in my room one more time, I will be forced to destroy it." And then it happened again...
Don't worry, it belonged to a teacher. I'll be sure to replace it with some maroon! Saw 'em off. Gig 'em Aggies!

This got me to thinking...it is a good thing that we don't allow the Aggies and the Longhorns nuclear weapons, because when it comes down to it...India and Pakistan might just be more civil.

And then there is this.

Every single day, on the border between Amritsar, India and Lahore, Pakistan, there is a display of power and pomp that can only be compared to a football game in atmosphere and enthusiasm.

Becky and I were able to witness this a few weeks ago. The pictures and video are pretty self explanatory. Basically, there is a huge pep rally on both sides of the border. The Indians take turns running the flag towards the gate while the Pakistanis do the same on the other side. After plenty of cheering and dancing and loud music, the border guards take turns high kicking and yelling. The gate flies open and closed a few times and the flags are eventually taken down.

My kids asked me today why I hated that other school so much. They really couldn't comprehend. It was at that point that I turned to everything I taught them this year. I teach about power and how people get it, maintain it, and how it leads to conflict. So I told them - propaganda, indoctrination, nationalism. (In fact, the whole SEC, changing conference drama was basically WWI with the Longhorn Network serving as the assassination of Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand...central Texas is the powder keg of the Southwest.)

Do I have to hate t.u.? No, I suppose I don't. We are the same in many ways (they are obviously inferior). But, as long as we have midnight yell practice and sing about those jerks I am going to hate them. And I reckon as long as there are things like the India-Pakistan border closing ceremony, there is not going to be much change here either.





















A bit of a mixed message? Guns surrounding Gandhi.

Monday, September 5, 2011

In Love With Aggie Football

AES is awesome. This week, they flew in Georgia Heard, a writers workshop guru, to work with the entire middle school humanities department. Today, she asked us to do an exercise the we might do with our kids called "Fall in Love Three Times a Day." The idea is that you write about three things you have fallen in love with each day. Could be a cup of coffee or a flower you pass by on the way to work. Here is one of mine.

Full grown men slamming their bodies into one another with the force of a freight train. Football is back. Specifically, Texas Aggie Football. Watching a sporting event being played on the other side of the world should not give you butterflies in your stomach, but there they were this morning. And usually, getting scolded by my wife is not a great start to any day, but it is when she is chiding me for excessive celebration, like Becky did at 5:15am today. Aggie Football is back, and I am a squealing 15 year old girl in full on, emotionally reckless love.

Please don't break my heart!



Becky's Perspective:
Just for you all to know this is what REALLY went down this morning:
4:30 am:  Alarm!!  Isaac squeels and runs into the other room, closing the door behind.  I check the clock and my pulse to make sure I'm not having a nightmare.  Nope, it's really happening.  I drift back to sleep, thankful that I still have another hour to sleep.


5:00 am:  LOUD claps.  Seriously, I think Isaac has seal fin sized hands.  Thankfully there was no barking.....yet.  Once again, I go back to sleep.  30 more minutes sounds great.


5:15 am:  Girl screams come from the living room.  I am angry.  I open the door and in my teacher voice say: "Isaac this is not ok, you're being too loud"
Isaac:  "close the door"
Me: "It IS closed!"
Isaac: It's ok (this is also how we do things in India.  Anytime someone tells you "no" you just have to say: "No, it's ok" and you can go on doing whatever it is you're not supposed to be able to do.  I think that was Isaac's rationale)


5:17:  Just as I start to drift to sleep, Isaac comes in to kiss me and apologize....no wait, he kissed me because the Aggies scored and that's what good Ags do.  Definitley worth waking me up for AGAIN! 


Anyway, I was able to get about 10 more minutes of sleep before it was time to get up.


It was a 2 cups of coffee kind of morning.  At least A&M won!  Gig'Em Aggies! 


Later this afternoon: Isaac watches a replay of the same game he watched this morning and then it's time for the highlight reel.....of the same game.  Awesome