It’s Gameday Eve, which (in my world) is a very close second only to Christmas Eve. Anticipation-wise, it’s the boss of my world. From now until January 8, I become a zombie-slave to the pigskin. Beyond the game, though, beyond my love for the sport, it’s more about tradition and family for me than anything.
I was raised a football fan; more specifically, I was raised an Oklahoma Sooners fan. I went to school at OU. My dad, uncle, cousins, and grandfather all went to OU. One time, Barry Switzer played grab-ass with me during a charity event at Texadelphia, and the first person I called to tell was my dad (he has never been so proud, and that’s only barely sarcastic). My uncle has an actual schoolyard flagpole in his front yard that houses an OU flag every Saturday in the fall, and sometimes, depending on the outcome of the game, he comes home, flips it upside down, and flies it sadly in indignant protest. I’ve traveled to away games, to conference championships, and to bowl games. I’ve celebrated in Deep Ellum and wept on Bourbon Street. I jumped around in 2008 while putting a lickin’ on Texas Tech, and I watched in stunned silence as the Statue of Liberty play heard ’round the world toppled Oklahoma in the Fiesta Bowl.
As a kid, I was dressed in a Sooners sweatsuit. Some of my family went to Oklahoma State; we lovingly refer to them as the “other ones.” Thanksgivings got rowdy with a Bedlam game coming up. We make the pilgrimage to Norman each September, eagerly anticipating our arrival into God’s Country. In our house, Switzer is King, Stoops is a demi-god, beat Texas, no mercy for little brother, you’re doing fine, Oklahoma, hang half a hundred on ’em, so sayeth the Lord, Amen. As Three Dog Night sang, “I’ve never been to Heaven, but I’ve been to Oklahoma.”
In this vein, I have a very specific brunch I make each Saturday morning in the fall with very little deviation. I get up, get going, and start my meal prep while watching Gameday. A superstitious women, I truly believe that if I don’t make a quiche with cheesy potatoes, I’ve sunk us before we started. I can add in a rotating cast of guest stars — biscuit and gravy casserole, faux-sausage rolls, etc. — but the quiche and cheesy potatoes are my staples, my touchstones, and if I don’t make it, we’ll lose. We will lose because I didn’t make my brunch.
Eggs are my version of World Series socks. What can I say. For someone who bucks tradition, I sure have some that I’m unwilling to release.
♥ How to Help Harvey survivors (options that aren’t Red Cross). This is something I wrote, and if anyone has other options, please let me know and I’ll add it to the list.
♥ Why Networking is Overrated. Good news for talkative introverts like me, the article implies that networking alone leads only to empty, meaningless relationships, and that a track record of achievement instead would suit you better. Sounds like a big duh to me, but since I started working for Walmart, everyone seems to push networking.
♥ This is one of the best articles I’ve read about the myth that busy means successful. More specifically, it talks about how to stop wasting your free time. You aren’t that busy, you’re just lazy. (guilty)
♥ I bought this shirt.
Then I cried. Because for the first time since I was fourteen, we’re starting the season without Bob Stoops at the helm and holy shit, I’m gonna do it again.
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Now go have a happy weekend, babies.
And Boomer Sooner.