Most Oklahomans are seething for tomorrow to be here now. Right now. Not in 11.5 hours, but right this moment. Or "sooner" if possible.
The OU football season is upon us, and you can smell in the air the raving madness of the locals as they impatiently await the kickoff at 11am tomorrow morning. Even I, as a transplanted East coast-er, start getting mildly into the OU hype around mid-season.
But by 11am tomorrow, rather than glee-filled like most local types, I am certain I will be quite full of dread by contrast. Instead of enjoying the game in the stands, or even kicking back and watching it on the tube, I'll be at the stadium sure enough, but serving drinks and food without the privilege of witnessing a kickoff or touchdown or interception. Or in the unlikely event that Bowling Green stomps the boys in red, I'll not get to witness the mammoth shock on the faces of soonerfans directly as it occurs.
Though I am not a native, even I can see the shame in this situation. I am an OU game rookie. And not being terribly fanatical about the topic, I've not seen it worth the traffic, parking madness, and overall hassle to go catch a game in the 13 years I've lived in Oklahoma. But considering that I will actually go through the trouble of being there on Saturday, it is definitely a shame that I will not get to watch the game.
The greater shame is that after my experience tomorrow, I expect I'll be even further put off by the prospect of attending future games, even if to actually watch the game. There can be few better ways to make a man shun a ball game than to stick him in the concession stands to serve refreshments to thousands of blood thirsty fans just as they've crossed a long, dry desert to reach your oasis.
Go Sooners go. If you must kill BG, please do it quickly, so that I might flee Sooner-land sooner.
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