UNT Kicks Some Cajun Ass
We sauntered into the Super Pit with our breath smelling like Street Tacos from Taco Cabana. Still feeling the lingering effects of a very happy new year's eve and a pickup soccer game at ten in the morning, we decided not to sit in our usual seats near the guy who brings his kids to every game.
From our view from on high I saw a kid bitching about how h…
