Granted, I was somewhat prepared for the loss once Colt went down on the first offensive series, but it was how things fell apart for Texas that was especially hard to deal with.  There hasn’t been such a violent swing from joyous celebration to confused disapointment in Texas fandom since the infamous Texas Tech game last year.  And yeah, I know bringing that up now is like throwing a giant case of Morton’s on a fresh wound, but I’ve got close to a dozen Bud’s under my belt.

Simply speaking, however, that is exactly what happened.  We were exposed to such joyous promise and then returned, via a vicious stomach punch, to a calamitous reality…a vomit inducing reality.

The game was stacked with “what if” scenarios.  From the inexplicable decision to press forth at the end of the first half to GG’s numerous forays into multiple coverage, the entire offensive strategy sans Colt was a giant “WTF!?!!?!” moment.

As a Texas fan, these offensive woes are evident, but they don’t quite stick in your craw.  It’s seeing things like that pompous (and still aggravatingly undefeated) McElroy jumping around at the end of the game as if he actually did something to warrant this victory.  The boy didn’t do shit beyond get his ass sacked with regularity and benefit from having a pubescent male as his quarterbacking opposition.

Who knows how the supposed “experts” will label this game.  Most likely they’ll trumpet some aspect of the game that was either unimportant, i.e. McElroy’s play, or something that was only of consequence courtesy of McCoy’s injury, i.e. “Texas just couldn’t move the ball.”

I’m definitely a Texas fan.  I’ve never tried to hide that.  But as a football fan, looking at the outcome, you have to be deeply dissatisfied.  And no, that dissatisfaction shouldn’t come from the final score, but the ending score: 24-21.  You can’t help but think, “what if,” on everything from that damned shuffle pass to the dropped TD in the second quarter.

As a sports fan, there is no worse fate than “what if,” but that is exactly where we are left as Texas fans…smack dab in the middle of what if.  And that, my friend, is a bitch of a place to be on a cold ass night in Austin.