The romantic version of the beginnings of football in Texas – in other words, if we were doing a movie about it – would begin on a dusty field somewhere in west Texas.
Picture a beautiful sunset turning the western horizon shades of orange and purple, with majestic thunderheads boiling above like towering gray mushrooms. In the distance, the rumble of thunder, and a refreshing cool breeze raises dust from a well-picked field that was once green with cotton.
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