Sitting comfortably in my recliner in <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">our</span> my living room in San Diego watching the game. Drinking. Screaming at the TV. My now ex-wife, a Texas native, and thus, Longhorn fan (who to my knowledge has never stepped foot on the campus) throughout the game was alternating between telling me how obnoxious I was being and how State was pathetic and going to lose and that even though the entire neighborhood could hear my cowbell, the team couldn't. She also kept bringing up the previous Cotton Bowl. I told her they <span style="font-style: italic;">could</span> hear my cowbell, <17> the neighbors, and that her loudmouth was 10 times more obnoxious when the <17>ing Cowboys were on. In the waning minutes of the game, she began needling me more. And three minutes later, she couldn't say a damn word, and stomped out the back door to the deck to the sound of me giving her **** and ringing my cowbell and pointing out that State was 2-1 against the Tea Sippers. She hardly spoke to me for a week after that. Thus the beginning of the end, and a Win-Win for me: State won the Egg Bowl, and 5 months later we were filing for divorce. Granted, the divorce was more about the fact that she was <17>ing around on me with a guy she worked with, but that Egg Bowl game was the first of many giant arguments that she started over stupid ****.