I haven't been to a Baylor football game since I graduated about 7 years ago (before that having gone to almost every single one), but something about them playing within 10 minutes of me now that I'm almost 2000 miles away made me want to go.  That, and our good friends Jeff and Bethany were going to be there.

In a bizarre kind of coincidence, Baylor played Washington State University today, something that hadn't happened since the Alamo Bowl in San Antonio in 1994 (or so Jeff tells me. I could have sworn it was the University of Houston...also Cougars).  Oddly enough, Jeff, Becky and I were at that game as well.  In another twist, they were playing at Qwest Field rather than at their home stadium in Pullman, WA.  So, we just couldn't pass it up.

We had procured the tickets several weeks ago and so we all just met at the stadium.  Jeff's twin brother Joel and his wife were on vacation visiting with Jeff and Bethany, and so they joined us as well.

Unfortunately, the Bears lost, but by an astonishly-small margin of 15-17.  In fact, they led for a large portion of the game due to a first quarter safety.  Anyway, I'm not huge into sports at all, much less football, so we had a good time reminiscing about college life and making fun of the bizarre traditions of WSU, all the while thinking about our own bizarre traditions and how they must be viewed.  We got a big kick out of making fun of their band.

Here's a panorama of the view from our seats.  As the sun set, it was blazing in our face (I have the sunburn to prove it), and as Jenna got cranky, Becky and I decided to leave early, in the tradition of Baylor fans through the ages.