The Post about the TX-OU Tunnel

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jerich9701

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Anyone know where I can find the post (already searched and couldn't find it, probably just searching wrong words) about the players in the Texas-OU tunnel coming down together. It had to have been written by a former player.

Man that gets my blood rushing!
 
This is my recollection of how things were back before the 1974 game, my last against the Sooners.
It's hard to believe that 35 seasons have passed since that day, but the images, sensory, olfactory, and visual, are as clear in my mind today as they were back then.

I just hope the outcome of this year's game is more favorable than it was in '74.
That was a heartbreaker...
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The Tunnel...Texas/ou

When you're given the final word by the TV guy to leave the locker room and head down the short flight of steps to the top of the tunnel, you step out into a surreal, confusing world of childish taunts and many an inverted "Hook Em" being hurled from the walkway above ... stadium security personnel in cheap windbreakers and several members of the Dallas P.D. man the long tarp-covered gate behind you ... you recognize a couple of the motorcycle cops that led the police escort through the streets of Dallas a couple of hours ago; an officer smiles as he gives you a quick salute and a "Hook Em." You return the salute and mouth a quick, "Thank you" to the officer.

We're told by the TV guy to wait at the top of the ramp ... there's no breeze ... it's hot ...

Someone steps out of a black limo just outside the gate and is quickly escorted by Texas DPS troopers through the gathering and hurried down the ramp. Must be the governor or a senator or Willie ... you can't really see over the glare of all the glistening white helmets shining in the October sunshine.

The smell of diesel fumes, horse crap, and fried food wafts through the air, mingling with the sulfur smell of residue from the Ruf-Neks' shotguns and Smokey's pre-game cannon shots. You can always smell the State Fair.

The ticketless, orange-clad well-wishers behind the chain-link gate, trying to get a quick look or a fingershake from a player or coach are the only friendly voices you hear at that end of the Cotton Bowl.

"Get after 'em, Darrell!"

"Go Horns!"

"Anybody got a ticket?!"

"Can I have your chinstrap?"

No "OU Sucks" chants; these were the days before that sentiment became the norm.

Strangely, above the yelling, the dull din of bus engines, police motorcycles, and the screaming siren from a ride over on the Midway, you can hear the clicking of the candy wrapping machines in the Salt-Water Taffy booth just across the walkway beyond the gate...

You've been taught to keep your focus ... look toward the light at the bottom of the tunnel as you move slowly downhill ... you're wedged so tightly together that your feet are barely touching the ribbed, dirty concrete below. It's like you're slowly floating down the ramp suspended among your fellow team members. You're in the shade of the tunnel now, beneath the stomping, screaming Sooner fans in the south end of the stadium. It's cooler, but you're having trouble catching your breath.

You can't help but steal a glance at your opponents as they assemble and begin to move down the ramp on the opposite side. You've seen them all through pre-game warmups, exchanged subdued good luck wishes to a misguided former high school teammate that wandered across the Red River, but suddenly, this instant is etched forever in your mind. The crimson helmets with the white interlocked "OU" really piss you off at this moment and the bile rises in the back of your throat ... you feel ... like ... you might ... lose your steak and scrambled eggs you ate four hours before in the quiet banquet room at the Hilton Inn. You don't want to puke on your facemask ... or on your teammate's back.

Instead of letting the remnants of your pregame meal fly, you choke it back and begin to yell out an unintelligible guttural sound ... your teammates join in and the sound reverberates in your helmet .... your mouth is dry ... your chest is pounding ... all of a sudden, your uniform is too tight ... you feel enormous ... you think of a cup of ice water ... a huge ground swell of noise begins to engulf you as you move closer to the light ... louder and louder ... you're glad you have your helmet on, not because you think that one of those overserved, jeering Okies will lob a half-eaten Fletcher's Corny Dog at you, but you feel secure and impervious when you manage to reach your hand up and snap your chin strap snugly as you move into the sunlight at the bottom of the ramp. You realize then how much you've been sweating as the swirling breeze on the floor of the stadium finally gets to the back of your neck and cools you ever so slightly.

The roaring sound echoing in your helmet reaches what you think to be a crescendo as the TV guy tries to hold back your screaming, snarling teammates ... You look around and the sudden reality hits you: this is IT. This is the last time you'll ever experience this feeling as a player in what you have grown up knowing as the greatest football contest in the universe. You may get a chance to walk the ramp again, but not wearing this uniform ... with these guys ... against those guys.

Tears well in your eyes, a huge lump rises in your throat as you begin to hear curses being hurled at the TV guy to let you go; just let us run out on that crappy turf one more time. You hear TV Guy yell something about the World Series game being nearly over and to just hold on for one more minute and one of your larger teammates instructs TV Guy to perform a physically impossible task with a baseball.

We surge forward, frenzied and frothing ... I look toward Coach Royal who has appeared just to my left ... he looks to be alone in his thoughts. His jaw is set ... he has to hear the taunts of, "Traitor!" and the like directed his way ... I feel more contempt for the red-clad fans leering over the tunnel walls as they wave red and white pompons at my coach's face. I wish the fat woman would fall over the wall as she screams, "Darrell, you ain't sheeyit...!" He is perturbed at the delay ... he gives us a simple nod .... the human dam breaks; TV Guy is left to fend for himself. He may have been trampled; we don't really care at this point. Smokey sounds out a huge cannon blast; a perfect smoke circle rises above the sweltering field. You imagine a football sailing right through the center of the white smoke circle as you see it emblazoned against the clear, blue North Texas sky. You hear the band playing "Texas Fight" at what seems like an impossibly fast tempo and an ungodly loud volume in your helmet. You run. Your teammates are jumping all over you. You may cry.

You aren't alone.

The swelling noise is louder than ever and you get to run out into that sunlight one last time. You'll never get to feel that way again.
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Dear Lord, suit me the f*#k up right now. I freaking HATE ou and every sooner fan on the planet. I cannot wait to see them Friday night and all day Saturday and just let this pent-up, yearlong hatred manifest.....nothing violent of course!!
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I can't stand this anymore. I have no idea how to contain myself. Today had gone by so quickly until I got on Hornfans.... now it just seems like the game is too far away for me to handle. This is unbearable.

I wan't us to beat those a-holes so bad.
 
Hi, I'm Sheila from Accounting. I just decked your friend with my Bevo paperweight. He now has a garden stake in the middle of his back with an OU Sux banner waving proudly.

I'm by gawd ready!

Hook'em!!!
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Time to go out and take a dump in the 1st lawn I see with a OU flag waiving. I want to see hundreds of little Sooner kids crying asking their dad's why their team sucks. By the 4th quarter I want to see nothing but Burnt Orange and blue & white empty seats as the game clock ticks down. I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW HOW MUCH OU SUCKS!!!

Whew... great therapy. Is it game time yet?
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I believe this is the greatest post ever posted on Horn Fans. Each year I read this I get goosebumps and start shivering. I think of the 1969 game and Fred Steinmark coming down that tunnel. I think of all the other Texas players - my heroes - who have come down that tunnel.

JUST BEAT THE HELL OUTTA ou!!!!!!!!!!!
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Saw Mack in an ESPN interview today and he said his biggest concern was keeping the players apart in the tunnel. I can only imagine what goes on in there. It has to amp up both sides and undoubtedly contributes to the extraordinary electricity in the game.
 
Thank you for the great description. What a great memory you will have for life!! I can't tell you how great it felt to know that OU fans considered Royal a traitor, meaning, of course, they wished he was their coach. Beautiful.
 
Doing my best jumping up and down impersonation of the sideline guys. I’ll have leg cramps later, but it’s worth it. Where’s my pickle juice?
HOOK ‘EM!!
 
Billy Schott, my friend, this post will live on for a very long time, and will only enhance your legacy as a player and proud Lifetime Longhorn.
 
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