So I was visiting with my therapist the other day, and he asked me if there was anything that I felt compelled to share with him before he turned up the voltage… And I told him that my id was conflicted because even though I agreed that I probably ate too much glue in my youth I couldn’t shake the feeling that Baylor wasn’t giving enough attention to special teams. “It’s the great equalizer, I told him… A school that fields a team with inferior talent to their opponent must view special teams as a way to level the playing field…”
It should be noted that the reason I have to see a therapist in the first place is because I insinuated that championship gold was not really a color, but rather a concept of iconoclasm created to disturb the balance at Floyd Casey Stadium. When challenged if I’d ever seen the color of the center of the lotus flower, I suggested that perhaps a Baylor Bear Big 12 Football Championship might be total enlightenment…
Strangely, I immediately felt drowsy and drifted into a slumber. Then I awoke, surrounded by chimpanzees dressed in yellow lab coats hopping around maniacally with their clipboards containing inkblot cards that all resembled Lilly in a Lady Bear basketball jersey. But I digress…
The point is that my therapist suggested that maybe my obsession with making extra points was really my ego overcompensating because none of my Tech or UT friends can talk trash to me in good conscience because they pity me. Maybe my mother did love me enough, but my friends don’t hate me enough… Am I overanalyzing???
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