I have to say that the tears for me came today, waking up and realizing that we had really done it. The final drive by UTEP was bizarre, because my brain was trying so hard to tell me that we would lose, but all I really felt was a kind of serene, "this is the moment" sensation, I was marveling at the noise level, LOVING the fact that Vic and the players were motioning for the fans to stand, but if they had just turned around they would have realized that all the fans were standing. Ford was alive and I knew we were going to hold on.
Being on the pitch was magic, though it is strange the way the invasion happened in such a delayed and orderly fashion. I went over the wall (it's higher than I thought) and the security guy was not really happy but I didn't care. I had to get down and touch the turf.
Now let's go and beat Marshall. That's all I will think about now, that and reliving yesterday.
God Bless All the Mustangs, where-ever they may be.