I am an Aggie
There’s a double-edged sword to having a great football season. You finally feel like your team is getting respect, but you also end up with a whole lot of people suddenly jumping on the bandwagon claiming to be a fan of your team.
I’m all about my Texas A&M Aggies gaining more fans! That’s great! But I also always kinda liked there being truth in the idea that if you see someone in a Texas A&M shirt, they went to school there. (Or are directly related to someone who did.) It somehow, in my mind, gave our fan base a huge level of credibility (or something like that.)
I overheard someone the other day, talking about Texas A&M and another person joke, “So you dragged that item of clothing out of the closet for the first time in how many years?” clearly poking fun at the other person as if they were a fair-weather fan. I think it was at that point that it hit me… there’s a lot of people who are fans only when we’re good who will suddenly be coming out of the woodwork to “claim” the teams success as their own.
This seriously bothered me for a long time, but in the end… I suppose its good. The more people who take note of TAMU in a positive light, the more they’ll notice all the other amazing things about the university that I love. The 12th Man. Muster. Corp of Cadets. Reveille. Silver Taps. Our many advances in the world of science and business. Our contribution to our military. Howdy, Dammit! and Whoop!
I am an Aggie. I have been since before I was even born. I went to school at Texas A&M Univeristy. I’m not just a fan. I AM an Aggie. I have the diploma on the wall to prove it. I wear my class ring every single day, proud of my accomplishment and my school. Even in our crappy years, I’ve worn my maroon with pride… happy to tell anyone who will listen that I am an Aggie. My blood runs a deep maroon and it always will. No one can take that away from me. No one ever will.