A closet Texican? I thought it was well known that I am a lifelong Horn fan, first and foremost, for all my born days, all the way back to the 50's when I was a little girl going to games with my papa, watching the Price/Royal teams enact bovine justice on all heathen comers.
For clarity's sake, since tone and intent are so hard to come by on the Webz, it's not sensitivity. Never that. Something like that should always be read with an underpinning of derision and a hint of scorn. Texans, and to a lesser extent, the core Big 12 posters are kind of the perfect outlet for my inner schmuck. Unlike nearly everybody else on the planet, you guys can be demeaned, ridiculed, mocked, and jeered with virtual impunity, because you don't care. You're that arrogant. Who cares what some interloper says? Certainly not you. Nobody here cares what I think, and it frees me up to say whatever crosses my mind without filter. If I act wrongfully, it's a victimless crime. It's beautiful. You're like Piers Anthony's minionettes, who thrive on abuse and recoil at overtures of friendship.
You're really the perfect group of people for a jackass like me.
