I've been watching OU football since I was a fetus. I probably knew the fight song before I came shootin' out of my mamma. As one of the biggest fans on the planet, my daddy taught me well. He's been known to scream at the TV, rub his hands together for some "Sooner Magic", and he's even knocked a piece of trim off of the wall when he jumped for joy and slammed his hand against it. Hilarious. Attending the University of Oklahoma only confirmed what my father had been teaching me my whole life. Sooner football is all kinds of awesome.
Grahm did not go to OU, nor was he indoctrinated at a young age to the glorious crimson and cream. But I've converted him, and he's a wonderful fan, who screams louder than most alumns.
Dear lord, do I love me a rivalry, especially because we dominate most of them. (I'm kinda the queen of smack talk. It's all part of the fun, people.) This game did not disappoint! We were all going crazy as our boys annihilated the hideous orange team. Giving high-fives to everyone around us like we were all best friends. Screaming till our larynxes burst. Jumping up and down on the bleachers. (Grahm was wearing flip-flops and I was in cowboy boots, if you see where I'm going with this... poor guy.) We slaughtered them, thus proving that Texas does, in fact, suck. It was my first Red River Rivalry, and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to top it.
Molly and I even got to meet Papa B, the president of OU. Basically, he's a Norman celebrity. He smelled good, too. Not the usual powdery old-man stench (in case you were really wondering). We told him that we had graduated in 2011, and he replied, "OH, I can't believe it." So I guess it's true. We do look 15.
It was a wonderful weekend full of fair food (I think I gained ten pounds), total football domination (63-21), and Oklahoma friends who I miss more than anything. Boomer freakin' Sooner, y'all.