This was sent to me this afternoon from a gentleman who wishes to just be known as an anonymous fan.
I read where Steve Worster had passed and it brought a flood of memories. I'm 69, and growing up in an area that was once home of the "little southwest conference" (our high school song was Texas fight) became a lifelong fan of Texas football in large part because of Mr. Worster. On a good day (no sandstorms) we could get NBC but usually just ABC and CBS but we had radio. There was a game on the radio, from Austin, between Texas and not sure if it was UCLA or USC where Steve may have invented the three yards and a cloud of dust. It was a hard fought close game. I was rooting for Texas and could not understand why the crowd seemed to be booing my team. The alert announcer explained the crowd was not booing but yelling Worster. Memory skidders, but I think the horns prevailed that day and I was hooked. I was also exhausted from the emotional ride.
I still enjoy college football and truly hope the longhorns get back to being the terror of the gridiron as I am fiercely proud of being from Texas. That said, fate caused me to become an Aggie. At the age of 19 a college professor at the little college I was attending promised me a job if I graduated there. He was true to his word. At the time I knew guys with engineering degrees that were spreading asphalt with a shovel which was a huge incentive. I'm proud of my education, the traditions etc.. but obviously do not bleed maroon. I enjoy hornfans as the posts are intelligent, insightful and often hilarious. I use quotes from this site like, "pooped a hammer" and "there is that" etc.. Dionysus, thank you for the job you do and letting me share thoughts.