I arrived in Austin on August 31 and started unpacking the 26-foot Penske truck that I loaded in Ann Arbor the previous week. my wife flew down September 3. To meet her, I rented a Cooper Mini Zipcar to be picked up at Gregory Gymnasium near the UT Stadium. As soon as I got on the 1L Bus, I knew I was in trouble: it was game day. We lived in Columbus and Lansing and Ann Arbor; and I should have been more cognizant of the reality of big school football.
Zipcar was nice about extending the rental. Today, waiting for the 1L so that we could have brunch here at the Wheatsville Co-op (where we are now owners), I asked a CapMetro driver how the game went. He said that it was something like 31-6 (34-9 as it turns out). "We were down there," I said. "And the crowd did not seem jubilant." The driver said, "Rice is not really a game. We beat them every year. Baylor, TCU, maybe the Aggies this year." I understood: like OSU versus Ohio; or U of M versus Eastern Michigan. UT vs. Rice since 1914: 71-21-1. (UT Historical scores from Mack Brown here.)