The ones who travel are generally the ones with money and something to live for outside of football. They’re also the ones with something to lose if they put a brick through a windshield. They were fine, but there were far too few of them. The subhuman cretins I saw in Columbus were straight out of the Brad Pitt zombie movie, the name of which I can’t currently recall. Texas fans all knew, without needing any formal announcement, that it was not safe to leave the stadium in small groups. We all waited until the stadium emptied of OSU fans before gathering in the Texas section and leaving in unison.
Back at the hotel after the game, a guy walks in wearing an Ohio State sweatshirt. He takes it off to reveal his Texas polo underneath. We ask him what’s up, and he said his Ohio State buddy literally had to give him the shirt so he could drive his car from the stadium back to the hotel. We were staying right on High Street, so it wasn’t a far drive. I’m not sure why the dumb bastard drove, but his buddy assured him he would get a brick through the windshield if the degenerates outside saw him in his Texas shirt. The next morning, the storefront windows had all been smashed out and a few cars had been burned.
Mind you, up to this point, the two schools had never played before. There was absolutely no history to support such a reaction. It made no sense. Savages.