Only one born to the purple, such as my old friend Dan Jenkins, can fully appreciate the sweetness of TCU’s Rose Bowl victory over Wisconsin on New Year’s Day. Jenkins has been waiting for this since the thirties, when TCU was one of the great football powers, with two national championships, a Heisman trophy winner, a couple of Sugar Bowl championships, a number of all-Americans, and two of the most prolific passers of all time—Sammy Baugh and Davey O’Brien. But, alas, the Rose Bowl invite, the prize of prizes of college football in those days, always seemed to get lost in the mail.
I was too young to be part of it, but the glamour of Fort Worth and TCU in the thirties is a big part of my heritage. Growing up in Arlington, I read about it every chance I got, in one of the TCU yearbooks my Aunt Dot kept in her living room, and later in Jenkins’ books and articles. Even today I get a little lightheaded reliving the romance that I’ve always associated with that time in history—three-day