I was a campus baby while my parents attended the University of Texas. Whoever didn't have a class was my babysitter. And apparently one of my first phrases to speak was HOOK EM HORNS. I was introduced to the biblical concept of "alien and stranger" by being a UT fan while growing up just an hour from the University of Arkansas campus. Every fourth year when the UT/UA game was played in Fayetteville (the Arkansas home games alternated between Fayetteville and Little Rock), our family dressed up in orange and attended, finding our place in the sea of red. We were there for the game of the century in 1969--despite the fact that President Nixon took our tickets. (The full story is that when the President decided to attend, they had to take some tickets from around the stadium for security and ours were chosen. Hmmmm. Did they know we'd be wearing orange? But my dad snagged some last-minute tickets from another source.) So . . . this was a big night. The first national title for the Longhorns since 1970. And does anyone doubt what I've been writing about Vince Young? He was 30-for-40 in passing for over 250 yards. That's a good night for a QB. But what sets him apart is that he rushed for 200 yards. That was the difference. Hook em horns!!