I was at the 2009 game sitting on the Sooner side (traded tickets - long story), when my buddy started freaking out. Good guy knocks Sam Bradford out of the game, a few players after one of our guys had been cheap shotted by a sooner. My buddy starts screaming all kinds of madness.
More Blood After the JUMP.
Essentially what happens is we have about 600 sooner fans start cussing us, and who knows what else about to start going down. I literally jumped on my buddy, grabbed his ear, bit it, and told him I WOULD CALL THE POLICE. Essentially, I did not want to die surrounded by crimson. Dude called him down, we won the game, and there was nothing so sweet as watching BEVO come by while the entire OU section had cleared. Amazing moment.
Finally, I also remember the day Lashar missed wide. Never forget Brad Sham doing the countdown on KRLD. I was blowing hot air on the car window and making HOOK EM symbols on the window steam while sitting in the backseat while my Dad drove us down I-35 South right smack dab into Hallelujah Land.
Finally also, I remember the day when all the demons got unleashed.
I HATE OKLAHOMA. IT IS A BAD PLACE FULL OF RESULTANT PIES. I AM SICK OF THE HUBRIS, THE REJECTION OF PURPOSE, THE GENERAL INADEQUACY, AND NORMAN. IT IS A STRONGHOLD OF DIRT. IT IS A FORTRESS OF IGNORANCE. IT IS A FESTIVAL OF DARKNESS. IT IS A DEN OF THIEVES. IT IS THE ONLY PLACE IN AMERICA THAT DEFINES PATHETIC BY ITS STATE FLAG.
That's it from Wheemers today. I am anti all things defined by literalism within the chimp house, as I step into the airport of kings and sailors opening up lifeboats so that all food can be eaten by literal John Deere Tractors.