January 1, 1982. I had just completed my first semester in law school and was visiting my parents who at that time, lived in Huntington Beach, California. My idiot older sister lived out there and had married a sculptor, artist, stoner. (He did some work on the movie, "The Thing" was just released in 1982).
6th ranked Texas is playing 3rd ranked Alabama in the Cotton Bowl. That 1:00 p.m. start in Texas meant 11:00 a.m. Left Coast Time. Soooo, I start pounding Bloody Marys (Maries?) around 10:00. Game starts.
Idoit sister's (now ex) husband comes staggering into the room in the second quarter. Willie (yes, his true name) says, "So, Steve, so like, what are you about man?" I remember slowing looking up at him and in an exaggerated drawl say, "Well, Willie, I'm about to start my 3rd Bloody Mary and then watch the rest of this fucking game. Wanna join me?"
His blood shot eyes open wider, he mumbles something and stumbles out of the room.
I watched out Horns come back in the 4th to beat the Bear Bryant lead Bama team.
(But for that horrific loss against Arkansuck earlier in the year, we probably would have won the MNC that year)