It's a great day to be a Pokes fan around here!

     The balance has shifted.  There has been a tilt in the atmosphere; a tangible shakeup in the energy in our home.  I am walking around here today, my chest bowed out with pride, more so than on a typical Sunday during the midst of college football season.  The cockiness that usually abounds in this place has been amped up to levels never before seen.  What is all of this over, you may be wondering?  The BCS poll for the week has just been released.  And this, my friend, is a house divided.  Divided is such a gentle word; we are vicious.  When our teams are playing, we don't talk.  I cannot stand to even be in the room when the crybabies Sooners are playing, and apparently, for some odd, strange reason, Sean doesn't really care for the Cowboys.  Go figure.  I'm sure it's just to annoy me, but I've yet to prove that.  Needless to say, bedlam doesn't even come close to describing the raging, blood pumping loyalty that flows through the house on game days.  Even the kids get into it; I am one proud mama...I've raised some pretty awesome trash talkers if I do say so myself.  (It's a life skill sure to come in handy.)  I mean there can be no talk about the game amongst ourselves; there can't be anything nice said, and it usually turns into some pretty nasty trash talking, so why let the sweet little fella get his feelings hurt, right? 

 Now.  I have to say, that all the mouth runnin', trash talkin', good for nothin' sooner fluff has now ceased.  Stopped.  Halted.  I do believe a bit of humbleness has bestowed itself upon our home, and thank the Lord above I'm not the one that has to be humble.  Lord knows I've been a loyal fan long enough over the years.  It's time to let them have a taste of their own medicine now, isn't it?   Waking up to the wondrous news that the Sooners lost, and lost good to an unranked team, and at home nonetheless made my day.  Sean knew before he even checked the score.  He knew that life as he knew it was about. to. change.  It's three on one around here.  Well, three and then a half cause Tyler is about as fickle as they come, so he only counts when he's pulling for the Pokes.  I can only imagine the looks on the Sooner's faces when they realized what a loss would do for their national championship bid...oh wait.  I bet one looked a lot like this wee Sooner fan who just has no chance...

The looks on his face says it all..."oh crap.  We are gonna totally get our butts handed to us in bedlam.  Then the 'boys are gonna go on and take our national title from us.  Whaaaaaa....."  It's perfectly clear.  No words even have to leave his mouth.  So the moral of this beloved love story is this: Don't piss a Poke fan off.  Keep running your mouth, talking your trash, being the obnoxious fan that some Sooners think they must be.  We will handle you.  We can take it.  Cause if some unranked nobody can kick your sorry butts, than you know that the team that just took your spot will do a dang good job of doing it too.  I can't look into the future or predict how things will go, but for some strange reason...I do see something like this transpiring...

"So, Mr. Gundy, you win again.  You deserve this, because obviously you out smarted us, out played us, and are by far the superior team.  "Oh Mikey just hang your head in shame.  Oops...hang on a sec...you missed a tear.  It's okay.  It comes with being a man that's 40.  You'll get there."

It feels so good to be a Cowboy fan.

Pistols will be firing!

I have a problem.  An addiction of sorts.  Some might not think of it like an addiction, maybe more of a hobby or something to enjoy.  If I were a betting woman (and usually I am), I would bet those people would be of the male gender.  I love college football.  And football is in the air today!!  It's the Thursday night game here at home and despite the MAJOR pain in the batootie inconveniences like parking on campus, and parking on campus, and maybe parking on campus, the extra charge in the air is absolutely worth it.  I can say that because I got a good parking spot today.  The smell of charcoal and hickory smoke is in the air and all the green spaces and lawns are starting to fill over with waves of orange fans.  The weather is cooling off to a breezy mid 70's (hey when it's been in the hundreds you take what you can get).  Kickoff is in a mere 4 hours and the couch is calling my butt like the maiden call of something...something...epic.  I didn't get tickets for tonight's game.  If you'll notice today is Thursday.  That would make tomorrow Friday for my non OSU readers and thus a work day.  I can't, in my rapidly aging and therefore earlier and earlier bedtime rituals conceivably fathom staying out that late.  Translation:  I'm too old to go to the game tonight.  Makes me kinda sad actually.  What I will do, however, is sit on my comfy couch with the world's greatest boyfriend (WGB for short) and watch the game, in the comfort of my sweats, eating normal priced food and drinking a beer that won't cost a weeks tuition.  At an Ivy League School.  Plus.  Here's the kicker.  If we are home watching the game, chances are I will actually get to hear WGB cheering for the Cowboys.  Better grab your coats yall...cause hell's fixin to freeze over!!





Let this get ya in the mood for the game...