This past weekend, I had my first OU/TX weekend experience. It should be noted that I am not an avid football fan. Aside from the fact that I went to a high school known for its football team, I know very little about the sport. I understand “touchdown” and “Go Wolverines,” but that’s about it.
Although a win would not define my weekend, I was excited to understand the rivalry better. My three friends and I left early Friday morning to beat the traffic. We had high hopes for the Sooners but anxiously awaited arrival at a Dallas mall. Accordingly, we spent the day shopping and then went to dinner that night. The weekend was going fantastic, and I had the purchases to prove it. Unfortunately, the joy was short-lived.
First of all, we overslept. No, none of us heard the ten alarms we had set. Aubrey woke up first, panicking. Not to mention, it was as if we all rose from the dead. We ran around, grabbing makeup bags and flashes of crimson and cream. Thankfully, we made it to the game with time to spare.
As previously mentioned, I ignore the game on a good day. Unfortunately, the lack of scoring did not help that fateful Saturday morning. I may or may not have napped amidst the yells, frustration, and utter dismay.
We exited the stadium after half-time, and I continued my slumber in the hotel room. Later, my friends and I laughed about the day’s whirlwind. The Sooners may have lost, but we still had each other and the memories we had made. In my dreams, the Sooners won anyway.
