Thank God for OU football…
This is my favorite time of the year, great weather and football. There is one downside however…Each year at this time my daughter heads south of the border to go to college. That’s the bad news; the good news is that her new locale has made her a die-hard OU fan. Yes, she liked the Sooners before, but not like this.
Possibly part of the trend has to do with hanging out with a bunch of obnoxious Texans or possibly it is the fact that now she can only catch a couple games a year which heightens her adrenaline rush.
As her softball dad/coach we spent countless weekends playing softball which created an unusual father/daughter bond. Losing those weekends has been tough… College football helps me to deal with that loss.
Letting my girl go to school south of the Red River was tough, but like all parents, we did what we had to do. At the same time, I knew that I had raised my daughter right…You know that whole “Sooner born, Sooner bred” thing. Her new locale during the school year has only intensified her love for the Sooners and her disgust for the Longhorns.
Beginning next Saturday, my OU itch will be scratched every Saturday as I watch the Sooners at home and on the road. This distraction comes at a perfect time. My daughter’s itch will be scratched several times during the year as she makes the trek north to an OU game.
We both will scratch that OU itch once a year as we take in various Texas road games. This is a new tradition that we started last year as we took in the Baylor game in Waco.
I love the OU home game experience, but being part of a red OU invasion of hostile territory is about as good as it gets…
If Dr. Tamage had his way, Sethe would never miss a critical OU game home or away ever again. She was there for the miracle Blake Bell overtime win over OSU four years ago, the Baylor road win last year and she will be there for the Big 12 championship game in Fort Worth this year. Beat TCU on that day and OU will be a lock for another final-four run at the end of the season.
Finally, as many of you will attest from raising your own OU prodigies, these times create an additional bonus. We get to share decades old OU stories. Our kids can’t get enough of that stuff. I know that may be a stretch, but then again, they owe us.
I tell myself that my daughter loves my farm-boy, transistor radio stories as I replay games broadcast by Bob Barry Sr. Back in his prime, he was simply the “Legend” as he made OU fans feel like they were sitting in the front row.
Five days from today OU football will be off and running again as we take the first step to #8
Thanks Sethe and Boomer Sooner…