The University of Texas sports the proudest student and alumni cadre in the state. Just ask any burnt-orange afficianado. Other Texans bleed other colors, most notably maroon. Nothing wrong with that.
But love 'em or hate 'em, no one stands out in a crowd at the Chicago airport like the boot-wearing businessmen in UT-burnt-orange ties. When you look around the waiting area and see that proud ugly color, you know you're headed home.
Like the pope's belief in god, burnt-orange permeates the UT fabric, connecting the faithful to an understanding rising silent through Texas' parched earth and history, the certainty that Texas and Texans own the summit, indeed are the summit.
As example, note this--every year dewy-cheeked brides walk down the aisle on 'the most important day of my life' behind a bevy of bridesmaids gowned in University of Texas burnt orange, a color that turns most women's complexions seasick green.
And the happy couple ride away from the reception in a burnt-orange sportscar. Really. You wouldn't BELIEVE the number of burnt-orange cars in Austin. And you know no one buys a burnt-orange car unless it's marked half-price. Except true T'sips. They'll pay extra.
Hook 'em Horns.
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