Pronounced "us." Rhymes with "ill repute."
We are the little guy that got overlooked. We're not the fastest or strongest. Lord knows we're not the smartest. We know because you tell us. You always tell us.
Yes, we have a big chip on our shoulder. We don't like being told what to do, especially when someone tells us we can't. Tell us again.
Yep, we're rowdy. Sometimes, even downright embarrasing. Football teams don't like playing in Lubbock. Some wish that was not the case. Some wish we were more welcoming, but it's not gonna change. Why? Because you keep telling us to change. You want us to be nicer. You freely share your advice with us on ways we can improve our reputation. Ways we can be more like you. Hell, even our Chancellor wants us to be more like you. He wants us to be quiet when you have the ball! How sweet. Some students are probably gonna get kicked out of school because they said the F word at the game. Too bad. Onward and upward!
We've been knocked down, too many times to count. And yes, we'll probably get knocked down again. But we'll get up. We don't have a choice. We always get up.
We do more with less, every day. We have to. We don't have championship rings but we're proud of who we are. And, more importantly, we're proud of where we're going.
Pronounced "Ut." Rhymes with "Hut" or "Beergut".
You're indifferent. So indifferent that you feel the need to point it out, constantly. "We're indifferent." Yawn. Stretch.
You don't have a chip on your shoulder. You don't have time for a chip and besides, you're shoulders are so damn big, you can't even see them.
You''re condescending. You don't lower yourself to the level of those people. You're the Ut! You can't imagine having to play a football game in West Texas! Those people are so mean. Why can't they be nicer? We're the Ut! Luckily, things seem to be getting better. Lots of construction going on which means Lubbock can restore its tarnished reputation. Soon, they'll be just like us. Our little slower, dumber, brother is growing up. We're pulling for ya!
You have trophies! Most of them real, a few imagined. You have spots reserved for more crystal footballs. Surely, more are coming. Surely.
You've never been knocked down. If you were, it wasn't your fault. Must have been some kind of accidental knocking.
You've done less with more, for years. You don't have to, but you do. In fact, some of you will come on here and tell me how you've lived up to your potential. You've accomplished all your goals. And if that doesn't work, you'll tell me how much better the Ut is. Laughing at yourself, even briefly, is forbidden. You are more than perfect, even though that's not possible.
You go to sleep every night, comfortable in all that you've accomplished. Arrogance-check, condescension-check, indifference-check. Mattress stuffed with money-check. No laughing-check. All those rings- che-yeck.
Night, night, you sweet prince, you.
So once again, it's time for the Ut to grace us with their presence. We're lucky to have you. Thanks for all the advice, and the pointers, and for agreeing to come to Lubbock once again. Don't worry, you won't have to stay long.
Fortunately, you do have a few admirers in town, and we like to laugh at him.
Tech students and all Tech fans: Please don't be quiet. Please make the stadium as loud as you possibly can!
Be safe, have fun, and let's get this going!