The night we earned the label "rabid" and left the Liberty Hill radio broadcasters complaining how tired they were of watching "that dancin' Indian in the middle of the field."
My favorite memory of that game came from my niece, then a first grader at Taft. As we were walking out of the stadium after the last round of War Chant, she looked up at me and said, "We're going to Dallas!" Apparently it was all the kids at school had been talking about that week.
I also fondly remember pulling into the parking lot an hour before the game, fresh off the road from Leander, to find the line to the PN-G gate wrapped all the way around the stadium. I got on the Google Earth map to measure the line and found that it was--literally--a mile long. And it wasn't the only line; it had gotten so long the Katy staff had started a second line that wrapped around the parking lot going the other way.