When we found out Baylor was going to play in the Cotton Bowl and we would be in DFW for the holidays, we knew we had to go. Due to Flumageddon, my mom and Mike's dad weren't able to go. Mike, Amy, Max and I were still able to go though. It was a great experience, and for the first three quarters I was all about it. The last quarter (when we blew a big lead and lost by one point) was not my favorite time ever (I may have cried), but it was an experience I'll never forget.
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