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Die-Hard Fan's Guide to Longhorn Football - Geoff Ketchum
Introduction
003November 25, 1989: If you’re looking for a memorable date in the history of the Texas football program, this one likely qualifies—in the worst possible way.program, this one likely qualifies—in the worst possible way.
In what certainly can be considered one of the lowest moments in the history of the proudest college football program in the country, a paltry 49,081 fans showed up to watch an unranked Baylor squad thrash an uninspired Longhorn team to the tune of 50-7.
When Baylor linebacker James Francis wasn’t sacking a Longhorn quarterback that day, Bears defensive back Robert Blackmon was intercepting him. It was a contest between two teams that were simply playing out the string in a disappointing season for both clubs. The glory days of the Southwest Conference were a distant memory on this afternoon.
It was on this day, however, that I was truly introduced to the Longhorn Nation. As a thirteen-year-old kid from Waco, I had grown up as a huge Bears fan, even if I had moved to Austin at the age of ten. As just about every current resident of Austin might say, I wasn’t born here, but I got here as fast as I could.
With a 50-yard-line ticket that I bought for five dollars just before the game, I attended the first of what would eventually become an endless stream of contests at Memorial Stadium.
After the game, I made my way down to the field and finagled autographs from Francis, Blackmon, and a host of other Baylor players. As Francis and a group of Bears enjoyed the final moments of a 5-6 season, an older gentleman wearing a Longhorn shirt and hat walked up to the Baylor faithful and said something that I’ve never forgotten.
The difference between our school and your school is that this will probably be one of the greatest moments in Baylor history, and you’ll be talking about this game in fifty years,
the man said. By that time we’ll have won more national championships, and you’ll still be Baylor,
he added.
The crowd of Baylor fans and players began responding excitedly, but the man simply turned his back on them and walked away.
The remark lacked sportsmanship, even in the aftermath of a 43-point loss, but it opened my eyes to the amazingly high bar that the Longhorn football program had established for itself. In no uncertain terms, UT fans, players, and coaches expect greatness at all times. And even during the lean years, the standard never changes.
Perhaps it’s both a blessing and a curse.
As the seasons have passed since that day, a lot has changed. Instead of putting on green and gold in college, I opted to stay in Austin and wear burnt orange.
Over the years, I’ve been on hand at Memorial Stadium for a number of transcendent moments. I was standing on the field in 1998 when Ricky Williams broke the NCAA rushing record, and I nearly caught Phil Dawson’s 1995 game-winning field goal against Virginia as the ball slowly fell from the sky, just past the southern end zone goalpost.
After covering the team for fourteen years, I consider myself privileged to have built relationships with some of the greatest names of Longhorn lore. Along the way, the remark made by the frustrated Longhorn fan on that late November day has always stood out in mind.
If there’s one thing that I’ve learned about everyone who calls himself a Longhorn, it’s that there are always expectations to excel in everything. Whether it’s in business or an athletic contest, Longhorns don’t expect greatness—they demand it. It’s that kind of supreme confidence that erases the thin line between confidence and arrogance, and it makes Texas both the most loved and most hated school in the Lone Star State.
The names and faces might change yearly, but expectations that Longhorns will excel in every endeavor, from sports to academics, never change. That’s what I learned on my first trip to Memorial Stadium.
The old man’s comment was often on my mind as I covered the 2005 national championship season. In the final days leading up to the big showdown against USC, I’ll never forget the fierce look in Vince Young’s eyes when he was asked if the Longhorns would be able to keep pace with the favored Trojans.
You could tell that the possibility of losing had never crossed Young’s mind. Perhaps the prospect of failure occurs to mortal men, but that wasn’t the case with this player or with this Longhorn team.
I imagine that the determined look on Young’s face that day was similar to the one that Tommy Nobis might have had the day the Longhorns squared off against Navy’s Roger Staubach in the 1964 Cotton Bowl, or the one that James Street had during the final minutes of the Big Shootout
in 1969.
The Die-Hard Fan’s Guide to Longhorn Football seeks to convey this passion to succeed, which has driven the Longhorns to so many incredible accomplishments. It’s an inside look at some of the great players and thrilling moments that have defined more than a hundred years of Texas football. From the very first Longhorn game in 1893 to Mack Brown’s national champions, this book recalls the triumphs and the grandeur that characterize one of the greatest programs in the history of college sports.
Chapter One
004GENESIS THE LONGHORN NATION COMES TO LIFE
It’s there, in an 1893 issue of what was then called the Austin Daily Statesman , tucked between an ad for a play at Millett’s Opera House and news items like the man who found his own missing brother’s body while on a trip to town. It’s short, but it’s there—a report on UT’s first football game.
Football, only a few years old, was not yet the national obsession it would later become. Texas, which will always be young—and big—was both, of course, in those days. It was a frontier so vast, several entire ecosystems were identified in the state.
But football was born that year in the Great State, and the University of Texas bulled its way to four wins in its inaugural season. (Interestingly, No Coach
is listed as the squad’s general. Imagine what they would have accomplished with one!)
AUSTIN in the late nineteenth century
The game summaries from those Genesis
days make for some fun reading, as the sun has risen on Texas football glory in the century since. It is clear that Texans of all stripes were whipped up to a fever pitch as they readied to field a football team—something that would give them equality with the staid and regal states back East. The Statesman had this account of the hullabaloo before UT’s first game:
The Crack Varsity
Team Plays With Dallas Friday
Never before in the history of the university has there been such enthusiasm manifested in any one game as is shown in that coming national sport of football. Yesterday afternoon the sole topic of conversation at the university was the game which is to be played with Dallas today. For several weeks, in rain and sunshine, the boys have practiced incessantly, and are now in the very pink of condition for what promises to be one of the hardest fought contests that has ever taken place in this state. The Dallas boys have a crack team which has so far never met defeat, but if there is not a surprise in store for them in the Varsity
boys then indications count for naught. The two teams are very evenly matched, the combined weight of the Varsity
team being 1780 pounds while Dallas foots up 1786. The game is to be played on the Dallas exposition grounds and with excursions from Fort Worth and surrounding cities, will attract very much attention. The following men compose the Austin team and that they will strive to uphold the name of their institution as long as a breath remains or a bone is unbroken, will be but in keeping with the reputation of our Varsity boys.
The Team.
McLane, right end; Morrison, right tackle; Richardson, right guard; Meyer, center; Philp, left guard; Le Roy, left tackle; McLane P., left end; McLean, quarter back; Furman, right half; Jacks, left half; Day, full back.
Substitutes—Graves, Clark, Andrews.
Umpire and Referee—Fred F., Shelley.
The boys left on the 11:30 train last night with every student who could beg or borrow the necessary funds on board as well as a considerable number of Austin citizens who enjoy the lively sport of football. As the train rolled out the boys were rehearsing the University yell, which for the benefit of those who have heard the string of demoniacal yells but could not distinguish the separate sounds, is here given:
Halla-ba-loo, Hooray, Hooray.
Halla-ba-loo, Hooray, Hooray,
Hooray, Hooray.
Varsity, Varsity, U.T.A.
The Texas elevens,
as football squads were known back then, were ready for their first-ever game. By contrast, Oklahoma, two years later, dropped its first, 34-0, to the Oklahoma City high school team.
Unlike UT, Dallas University had an experienced team that, in fact, had never given up a touchdown. It didn’t matter.
Varsity Club Wins Defeats The Dallas Club By Eighteen To Sixteen
Victory Was Won by Hard Work Against the Vigorous Dallas Elevens—Two Thousand Spectators Highly Entertained.
Special to the Statesman
DALLAS, NOV. 30—The University of Texas Football team wiped up the earth this evening with the Dallas eleven. This is the first time that the latter club has ever been scored against, much less defeated. Both clubs were in the pink of condition and a great game was anticipated by the enthusiastic crowd of fully 2000 people. The Varsity
club won the toss and scored a touchdown in three minutes, and Day promptly kicked a goal. Then Dallas scored six points. At the close of the first half the score stood Dallas 10, Varsity 12.
The second half was characterized by sharp and close playing, each team scoring six points and when time was called by the referee the score stood 18 to 16, and the Varsity team was declared the champion eleven of Texas. The features of the game were runs by Day, the tackling of Paul McLane, and the interference of Morrison and Ray McLane.
A few weeks later, the Longhorns continued their path to inaugural season greatness by beating San Antonio at home. The Statesman’s coverage of the game proved at least one thing: today’s sensationalist newspaper writers are rank amateurs compared to their predecessors in the old days. (However, perhaps an article from 1973 could compete with the earlier muckrakers. After Roosevelt Leaks ran for 342 yards against SMU, a headline read: Roosevelt Leaks All Over the Field.
) In the article, underneath the bland headline The Football Game,
there appeared this fantastic sub-head: They Literally and Figuratively Wiped Up the Face of the Earth with the Visitors from Tamaleville—How the Boys Did It.
Moving past the image of the Texas team literally
using the bodies of San Antonio college boys to clean the streets from Austin to Beijing, let’s take a look at the pregame atmosphere:
Well, football fever has struck Austin at last. For months have our people been reading of the doings of the football fiends and university cranks in the cities of the North and East, and yesterday they were treated to a specimen of what can take place when 22 gladiators have lined up on the gridiron and victory has perched on the banners of the home team.
With the rising of the sun the enthusiasts in all sections of the city began to file down their vocal organs and get them in shape for the unearthly and indescribable volley of sounds which, later in the day, they fired so unmercifully into the atmosphere, tearing great rents in it and almost paralyzing the ear drums of the quiet and inoffensive citizens. The man, woman, or child who did not sport the yaller and white of the Varsity was not in it. The streets were a changing flash of those colors, the bright ribbons being stuck on the anatomies of those who yelled the Hullabaloo
in the most conspicuous manner possible. Every student of the university was decorated and hundreds of the people of Austin out of loyalty for the U.T.A. wore the colors. The dear girls showed by their excited and knowing talk the interest that they felt in the event and on whose brawn and staying qualities they placed their faith.
THE VERY FIRST
UT-A&M game, 1902
It was their first opportunity to witness a game which is fast seizing upon the first spot in the hearts of the sports-loving American people.
Before The Game.
The university boys were full of confidence before the battle. Their opponents had only come in from San Antonio in the morning and were looked upon as unknown quantities. The Varsity boys were still puffed up with the thought that they were the people,
memories of the glorious Thanksgiving victory over Dallas still filled their minds. The San Antonio rooters kept pretty much to themselves and what they thought and felt they also kept to themselves.
The scene of the battle and what turned out to be such a Waterloo was Zoo Park, at the dam, and to that direction people began to wend their way about 2 o’clock. When the game opened there were 500 or 600 standing around the gridiron eager and anxious for the fray to open up. In the crowd were people who knew it all and people who knew nothing at all about it. The last class was in a large majority. It was their first opportunity to witness a game which is fast seizing upon the first spot in the hearts of the sports-loving American people. The college yell of
Hallabaloo, hooray, hooray,
Hallabaloo, hooray, hooray,
Hooray, hooray;
Varsity, Varsity, U.T.A.
shot out from all sections of the field to die away and give place to the ungodly snort of the asthmatic tin horn. The last named instrument of aural torture was used so much that the din and racket became almost unbearable. It was a grievous wrong to convince the reporter and Governor Hogg, who occupied a seat on a high spring wagon, that the rosebud lips that were so prettily pucked over the damp, cold extremities of those tin tormentors were capable of having any earthy connection with sounds so horrible. The way some of those girls did blow was a caution. With cheeks puffed out and eyes staring they tooted and tooted at the same time putting unlimited confidence in the garments which so tightly fitted their trim figures. How the strain was stood in several instances is a mystery to the masculine mind.
The writer seems captivated by the colorful scene accompanying the strange, new phenomenon of UT football. If he was so put off by the girls blowing tin horns, one wonders about his reaction if he’d lived to see the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders.
And he was no less intrigued by the game itself:
After the necessary preliminaries which the dignity of the occasion demanded, the 22 heroes of the day took their places while the spectators knowingly waited and watched for developments. Two pretty men with clothes on [what was this reporter smoking?] and sticks in their hands were also in sight. They allowed that they were the referees. The players didn’t wear clothes. They were inside of an assortment of things which made them look like Egyptian mummies. From different portions of their persons knots protended which were found to be pads. Some of them wore their hair a la chrysanthemum. That was done to make a good soft mat to be used in butting and also to furnish a handle for somebody. Finally all was ready and at the word the mummies mixed. Running like mad for a brief space of time the man with the ball would suddenly clasp it to his breast and drop on it. If the wind was knocked out of him by the drop it was soon shoved into him again, for before he could think twice 21 men would be sitting or standing on top of him.
DID YOU KNOW?
007UT has produced two presidential First Ladies. Claudia Alta Taylor Johnson (other wise known as Lady Bird
) graduated from UT in 1933 with a master’s degree in journalism. Following in her footsteps was Laura Bush, who graduated in 1973 with a master’s degree in library science.
And thus the thing kept going. A man, after running like chain lightning for a number of yards, had someone spear him and thus about the time his chrysanthemum head in trying to bury itself in the earth to have two or three men sit on his neck and another brace of them plant their feet in the pit of his stomach.
Whenever a good play was made by the Austin boys, or whenever a gain was accomplished or a touchdown secured the noise was almost deafening, and in fact it was almost a continual roar throughout the game.
Technically Described
The game was called at 3 o’clock. San Antonio won the toss and took the ball and led off with a wedge; gained 13 yards. Tobin of San Antonio got the ball and made a brilliant run, which would have resulted in a touchdown had he not been tackled by Day on the 25th yard line. Varsity then got the ball and worked slowly but surely down the field and made a touchdown.
Furman made the first score and was ably aided by the interference of Paul and Ray McLane. San Antonio led off with a wedge for 10 yards, but could get no farther, and Varsity got the ball after three downs, but lost it by a fumble. Meyer soon recovered it, and Morrison made the second touchdown for the Varsity team. After a few more downs time was called on the first half, the score being 12 to 0 in favor of the Varsity.
The Second Half.
Austin had the ball and gained 16 yards on a wedge and by steady work carried it to within a few feet of the Antonio’s goal line. Here occurred another fumble, and San Antonio made a safety. They then brought the ball to their 25 yard line, but Varsity stopped them in their tracks and got the ball on downs. Varsity here bucked the center three times and Day made the third touchdown, but failed to kick a goal. San Antonio repeated her wedge play from the center of the field. But it was the same old story. Varsity quickly got the ball and started it the other way. Here Ray McLane made a splendid end run for 45 yards, but lost the ball after crossing the goal line and Jacks dropped on it, making another safety. Austin again blocked them on their 35 yard line for three downs, and Lee made a great run and was stopped only a foot short of the goal line. Day bucked the line at left tackle and made the fourth touchdown but again failed to kick goal. Austin made her next touchdown in short order. Morrison carried the ball to the 15 yard line and Brackenridge followed suit and made a touchdown. Day kicked a goal and time was soon called with the ball in the center of the field.
Varsity made five touchdowns and kicked three goals from them, and San Antonio made two safeties, making a total of 30 to San Antonio’s 0.
The teams lined up as follows:
Notes On The Game.
Only 15 minute halves were played. What would the score have been if regulation halves of 30 minutes had been played?
Day, who kicked every goal at Dallas, missed two yesterday.
Morrison was hurt pretty badly near the end of the game.
The disgraceful slugging in the first half was the result of a misunderstanding between two of the players.
Ray distinguished himself in several instances by his tackling.
The San Antonio boys got a chance to avenge the 30-0 blowout in early 1894 at home. Once again, one sees the great respect the Statesman writers had for their neighbors to the west, beginning with their now-standard headline:
The Varsity Team Wipes Up the Earth With the Tamale Eaters
SAN ANTONIO, FEB. 3—About 500 people witnessed the first football game of Rugby football ever played in San Antonio this afternoon between the University of Texas and San Antonio. It was a fine enthusiastic crowd and was a very fair game. Austin’s team were heavier and more experienced and better drilled players, but they were not pluckier than the San Antonio boys. The game was called at 4:15 p.m. and from the beginning Austin had the San Antonio boys practically at their mercy. The best plays on Austin’s side were made by Morrison, Day, McLean, Moore, Brackenridge, and Furman, while San Antonio showed up best with C. and J. Gobin, Pitts, King, Walton, Johnson, Sharpe, and Maverick. The crowd that witnessed the game was composed of San Antonio’s most aristocratic and social element, who showed that they enjoyed the occasional brilliant plays by cheering and displaying colors. The game lasted one hour and 15 minutes, the final score being, Austin 34, San Antonio 0. Umpire, Mr. Caldwell of San Antonio; referee, Mr. Smith of Austin.
Texas wrapped up its unbeaten season with another rematch, this time against Dallas on a cold day in Austin. It appears that in those days reporters weren’t actually sent to away games, so their coverage of home games was much more extensive. The article begins with a recap of the previous UT victory over Dallas, which the writer downgrades from UT wiping the earth
with Dallas to a mere scalping:
Varsity Wins
The Score Is Sixteen To Nothing
In Favor Of Our Boys
The Spectators Stand Around
Camp Fires And Freeze While
The Game Waxes Hotter
And Hotter For The
Ball Players
Some Very Brilliant Playing
The Dallas boys stack up well on the
Field and play great ball, but our
Varsity boys are too much for
Them, and they were very
Easily whitewashed
Yesterday was a day among days. It was the anniversary of our George Washington. It was Arbor day, it was the 22nd of February, it was a legal holiday, but greater than all these, it was the day for the great football game between the University boys and the Dallas team.
On last Thanksgiving day the University boys went up to Dallas and when they returned that night they had not only succeeded in beating the Dallas team clear off the gridiron; they had not only succeeded in getting large and luxuriant fists full of the auburn, brown and black hair of the Dallas team but they triumphantly bore back the entire scalplock of the aforesaid victims. The Dallas boys are like the cat possessed of the nine lives, however, and after a long wait and mature deliberations, they came once more to meet the foe. Their scalplocks and the pardner hairs that go to make up the beautiful doormat known as the chrysanthemum head had all grown back to their natural place.
The Dallas team came in yesterday looking fat and saucy.
The Dallas team came in yesterday looking fat and saucy. The steel like expression of their eyes bespoke ere lips gave utterance to the thought, that they were here for business. Time heals all things said the poet, but that poet was dead off his base if he intended that expression to be applicable to a defeated football team. No sir. That Dallas football team have been thinking since last Thanksgiving day. The Statesman’s sporting reporter doesn’t mean to insinuate that the gentlemen never thought before, but what he does mean to insinuate is that the Dallas boys have been nursing their wrath. They have been thinking and chaffing over their defeat by the Varsity team and when they rolled into Austin it was with a purpose. That purpose was to roll the Varsity boys with such force as they had never been rolled before.
Next comes an extravagant description of the players:
They were doomed to disappointment again, however. The Dallas boys were certainly a brawny set of men. They showed up well on the field, but not one whit behind them in imposing appearance was our own Varsity team. The two teams were rigged out in the regulation uniform, the trousers being all alike and decidedly of the zouave pattern, very full and loose all over and gathered about the knee. If such a thing be possible these trousers are made with the soft side inside, like unto the famous coat of Brian O’Linn.
It is a thing destructive of poetry and delusion to witness a game of football, says one fair maid, and about right is she.
The dear boys, certainly do not look like the gods that one would think them when gazing on their picture. The hopeless mixture of legs, the sudden