One night a year, our state is divided. And that night is Bedlam. You see, college football is a major deal around here. In Oklahoma you either cheer for OU or OSU. You either wear crimson and cream or orange and black. You either yell, "Boomer Sooner!" or "Go Pokes!"
As for me, I grew up an OU fan. My parents went there, most of my aunts, uncles, and cousins went there, Mike's parents went there too. I grew up watching OU football, and I admit that I love it. It is a tradition for me.
So tonight as OU and OSU face off in their annual bedlam match, I am cringing when I look at the score right now. Ouch. We have to live with the ribbing and the bragging for a whole year.
Next year, OU. Next year.