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Killing #TCU15

Despite two really superb teams playing in Fort Worth this weekend, the best conversation we can come up with is one about an activation code...

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The internet is a silly place. Under its umbrella is a sillier, at times helpful, but mostly silly place named Twitter. While the Twittersphere was brilliant Sunday Night and Monday Morning after the Night’s King and the army of the dead made their "official" debut on Game of Thrones, I was reminded once again why Twitter is like being chained to a chair blindfolded in a crowded gym where everyone you hate is yelling over each other.

Was it smart to tweet out the TCU15 activation code? Nope. Was it smart to the make the activation code as easy as getting a soda at Chipotle even though you swore to them you were just having water? Nah. Was it smart to release GA tickets that early, and/or using that method anyway? Probably not.

Myself included, I thought this was going to terrible. And yes, it’s terrible students will have a harder time getting in, or just any Frog fan that wanted a GA ticket. I wanted to take my roommates, and for $15 a pop it’s not a bad deal at all. So I went on a stream of conscious rant, more critical of the stupidity than actually angry. It’s not even so much the Aggies--ok maybe it is...and we’ll get to that here in second--it’s the ticket reseller that bought nearly a hundred tickets and marked them up $85 in price. Depending on whether you align with Gordon Gekko, or I don’t know, Private Joker in Full Metal Jacket; I think we can agree that kind of greed is in fact, not good.

But let’s go a little deeper than something more disturbing than resell greed: internet delusion. By no means am I calling Texas A&M delusional, because maybe, had the situation been reversed, I could’ve fallen into the same trap. Granted, it’d be harder statistically for TCU fans to buy up all of the GA tickets A&M would presumably give out. So they’re not a delusional fanbase. It is however, slightly absurd to think you’re going to ‘maroon out’ Lupton. Here’s the thing: most of the A&M fans are going to be sitting on the grass like a sad fan at Bonnaroo. Which the more I think about it, is so great. Not just the imagery of a situation where TCU is winning, or even blowing the Aggies out and the fans living up to the sad fan at Bonnaroo persona, but more so the idea that there will be something at stake on Saturday. Both of the teams and their fanbases are going to come into this game quite chippy.

Bottom line is that there will be a record crowd at Lupton on Saturday. And that record might get beaten on Sunday. Lupton will likely have over 6100 fans in the first two games in the series. According to my sources (yes, somehow I’m lucky enough to have them), only 600- give or take the few that are friends or married to Aggies- of the 4500 stadium seats will be maroon. Plus, of the record 1600 GA tickets, maybe half will be A&M fans. That’s about 23% maroon, 77% purple. My best guess is that it ends up being more like 70-30 in favor of TCU. To put this into terms you might understand; it’s basically like if Grimace wore a really modest, maroon scarf. At worst, for TCU, its 65-35.

The Frogs pulled the Aggies’ National Seed from right under them. The Aggies also may get the idea that buying a bunch of GA tickets will somehow make the game feel like Blue Bell Park. But there are better chances of me eating a disease-free gallon of Vanilla godsend (which I swear is the best ice cream in the world) than there are A&M fans converting Fort Worth into College Station this weekend. By all means, they’re going to bring a great crowd--and that’s exciting. But lest A&M feel like they pulled a fast one on the Frogs. They’re already a little too proud that Gig em’s namesake comes from killing our mascot and that their fight song is a direct fuck you to the University of Texas. The school tends to take any victories they can, and that’s fine; it works for them. But come Saturday, with a strong sea of purple in the metal seats; and a strong maroon hue on the grass; the only thing that matters then is baseball and thankfully not hashtags, not activation codes, and thankfully, not even Twitter...