At Thanksgiving, we were able to go see our Red Raiders play at home. It was cold. I don't do cold. I sat there through the whole game like this.

Cold is to me as a Hatfield is to a McCoy or a cat is to a mouse. I hate cold. That was a very special day in our family. That marked the last time I sit in an open stadium with a temperature less than 65 degrees. I'd much rather watch my Raiders from my big screen.