Why It's Hard to Love College Football

Has no one else noticed this crap will tear you up?

So I am clearly a rather large football fan (not a fat joke). I will watch arena football in desperation after the Superbowl next year. But NCAA college football is where the real glory and passion is. Those NFL players do some pretty neat-o trickeration, but they get paid a gazillion dollars so they SHOULD be that good.

I try not to pin my hopes for a good semester on the shoulders of a red-shirt freshman with crazy accuracy and an unbelieving receiving corps, but inevitably, I do. And then I lavish them with praise and buy YET ANOTHER game day t-shirt because I convince myself I need one. I mock those fans that weren't fans until 2000 and can't figure out why everyone else hates us. It's a good time.

Then it happens. Another bad video replay (which is not why we lost, but those things really piss me off) and a case of "dropsies" (which sounds like it could be fun but instead completely messes with your head) and my life is ruined. Seriously, ruins all fun for at least a week. Now we all have to wear black and sing dirges up and down Lindsey and stuff.

And then the pointing and the cackling begins. You can deny it, but we all know it happens.

At least Texas lost.

Why can't Texas huddle anymore?
Parole Violation.

Some Random Things for You

Now that my computer is back in the land of the living (I installed 1GB of memory last night--by myself--and it is SO happy now!) I was taking things off of my camera and realized there is some fun to share...

Keith Urban from Abby's company's box. She was all about the skinny guitar player from West Virgina, but I was fairly taken with Keith himself...


Kyle and Theo waving to the people walking around the canal while we rode the water taxis. Theo LOVED the ducks and everyone on the taxi LOVED Theo when I asked him to shake his tail like a duck...

Kyle and Theo confused about the same thing. This was around the time Theo informed me he was NOT sitting in my lap because he wanted "Tyle". I've been thrown over.

Hurricanes a Category 0.

Victory.

The 80s have been avenged.

Boomer Sooner.

(Abbs, next week is the first week of O'Connells on Campus Corner!)

In other news...

Some of you have been privy to Pansy's latest trials and tribulations. For those of you have not, I apologize and please do not read further if you have a weak stomach. The dog has serious butt problems. Her glands are making her, therefore me, CRAZY. So we went to the vet (AGAIN) this week and got some antihistamines and some new advice. But we also found out that the little wench has contracted FLEAS in the week and a half since her LAST vet visit. Well great. So we had to decontaminate Pansy AND the entire apartment. Not amused. But mom can stop crying because she is not dying of butt cancer.

The University of Miami is making its presence known here in the Norman. They are having a pep rally at Lloyd Noble tonight and ordered seat covers in orange and kelly green so their fans don't have to sit in our crimson seats. This strikes me as a crazy waste of money. Why not just use Norman High? Their colors are ORANGE! Stupid Canes.

Given that in the Switzer Era we were 33-0 against everyone else and 0-3 against Miami, the entire Sooner Nation is on edge about tomorrow. On EDGE people. So tomorrow will be an interesting day my friends.

It's football time in OOOOOOklahoma!

So it has returned. All of Oklahoma (and I do mean the entire state, regardless of your colors) is full in the throes of football season. The tailgating, the constant scouring of ESPN.com and complete and total hatred of Lee Corso is in full swing.

Now, in the spirit of statewide camaraderie, can't we all just get along? I just don't see why anyone should be mad about another team winning. Except in the unfortunate circumstance that they beat my (or your) team. Then carry on.

Here's my promise: I will not get mad when OSU beats the hell out of Florida Atlantic because I will understand that they are a better team. I will especially not be mad if they beat them by 69 points because I will understand that makes our entire conference look better. I will not root against my conference (except Texas because that doesn't count) or state unless they are playing me. And I will continue to hate USC and Notre Dame on sheer principle. I promise.

Why it Pays for Sam to be Your Brother-In-Law

I am back! There is internet in my house! And a fabulous DVD burner in my computer! And I need more memory, but he assures me it will fix the slowness!

Now, you all might not know this about me, but I am not very patient. Please keep the shocked whispers to a dull roar. Therefore the patience (not to mention SKILL) that is required by messing with this godforsaken machine I am addicted to is simply not something I can handle. Don't get me wrong, when my computer works I can make it do some fabulous things; I am not a complete loss. But when it doesn't work and Ctrl-Alt-Delete doesn't fix it, I get pissy.

SO...Sam came to get Theo this morning after a particularly wild Wild Rumpus and made my wireless network function and installed my new DVD burner. Have I mention that it pays to have a tech genius for a brother in law?

THANK YOU SAM!!