I work with a couple of big time texas fans so we had been talking smack for weeks leading up to it. The day before the game my wife and I went into the hospital because she was 8.5 months pregnant and we were getting a stress test done.
They told us the babies heart rate was elevated and we should probably induce. We went up to the top floor and started the process. What seemed like an eternity later, my wife gave birth to our first child and the first grandchild on both sides around 11am.
During the birthing process, our baby boy become even more stressed causing a trip to the NICU upon arrival. I spent hours at his side making sure everything was ok. Once he was cleared we went down to the bathing part, and as he was getting bathed all the nurses were taking about this insane storm. We met up with my wife in her room and spent our first few hours as a family watching the storm, and then the game from our hospital room. We named our baby boy Bronco, and we constantly talk about how amazing that day and that storm and that game was. It was amazing watching taysom dominate that game, but it was a billion times better doing it with my brand new baby boy in my arms