Metaphysically speaking, I've been playing hurt all season. The Sooners have brought about within me a plethora of maladies whose symptoms have included various stages of cephalalgia, epistaxis, contused liver, double vision, memory loss, incontinence, sprains & strains along with a skin color that is more greenish than usual. Most of these symptoms seem to occur during the first half. The memory loss has been evident on Sunday mornings two or three times.
The trampling I've received from the stampede desertions by the mobs of bandwagon denizens has exacerbated all this I think. When we lose one, there they go. Win one, and then they're running like hell to claim a vacant seat. Sometimes this phenomenon repeats itself several times in one game. If you add the Aggie folks from up North into the mix, you can end up with quite a thundering herd at a watering hole somewhere.
The most surprising whacking I have received came not from a batch of willy-nilly hand wringing fair-weather folks running back and forth wearing brand new t-shirts. Rather it came from a lifetime diehard Sooner fan after I was lured deep into an appropriately partisan wooded countryside to watch the game.
After Texass whipped us, I received this savage brutalization for bringing my big 1974 model, Red & White Igloo cooler that was made in Houston. Then he spotted a Shiner Light hidden under the ice. (A leftover from the AARP tractor pull and ballet.) Whooo Boy! I shouldn't have made the remark about one of his Elk trophies resembling Mack Brown either.
Anyway, let me just say, I hope Baylor doesn't sneak up on us. It could bring about another unwelcome visitation of severe gag reflex.
Originally Posted by OLDSOONER
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fans for the shootout.
