Baylor

An open letter to Baylor football, from one of your biggest fans – a woman

Dear men,

I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of a group as I am of you. When I left your field on homecoming, I had to fight back the tears. I still have your sweat on my Baylor Line jersey, where you let me kneel and pray with you after a heartbreaking loss, one in which you fought tooth-and-nail to score 23 unanswered points in the fourth quarter, only to come up short.

I don’t want to wash that jersey. I might not – ever. It signifies too much: A (lifetime) bond that can never be broken, a belief in who you are as men, an understanding that I am on your side and will fight for you every step of the way.

Let me back up because to understand the bond, we have we have to understand the history.

What went on at Baylor before you got there was atrocious. Sickening. But no player, coach or administrator remains who had anything to do with the heinous crimes of the past.

Since then, Baylor has served as a catalyst for the movement I created in August 2016, #ChangingtheNarrative.

When you hired a new coach, a man I like to call “salt of the earth,” Matt Rhule, I reached out. I wanted to be part of the change you would be experiencing, part of your growth and your journey back.

I am a person who runs to problems, not away. It’s just who I am at my core.

Little did I know that the very place that broke my heart also was the place that was going to put it back together again. Life is beautiful and funny like that.

When I came to speak to you in June, you had your guard up. You were leery of being talked at. When I reached out to your coach to come advocate for you and your future, I had no idea what you were walking through.

I didn’t know that you were called “rapists,” “molesters” and every other name in the book on social media.

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