I live in a college town; been here almost my whole life. And, it’s a school that has the good fortune to have a pretty decent football team. You know what that means: Saturdays in the fall, nothing is more important than how the team is doing. Home games multiply the frenzy, and, nothing tops the hoopla every other year when we host the big in-state rival.
This is the year it’s a home game for us, though the talk seems to have been toned down just a bit this year. That’s driven by a few factors, no doubt. First, it’s a “rebuilding” year for us, which means we’ve not had our normal success. Then, of course, it’s the holiday week, so folks have had other things to occupy their time. And, last but not least, we lost a real squeaker of a game last week, and we lost it on a call that—after finding the right camera angle—the entire sporting world seems to agree was absolutely incorrect. Oh, well; that’s the way the cookie crumbles sometimes, and it wasn’t gonna make much of a difference anyway. It’s not like we’re going to the national championship this year. Heck, we’re not making it to the conference championship game.
But, still, it is Bedlam, and they are the home team, so my thoughts are with them today. And besides hometown loyalty, well, have I mentioned that husband and son are in attendance for this afternoon’s game? Dinnertime will be much more enjoyable if we come out with one more number in the W column. So, wish me luck. Bragging rights and domestic tranquility are at stake.
Oh, and by the way, go, Sooners!
