Some friends of ours from out of town came up for the game. We decided to make a weekend of it and stay at a hotel. I started calling around and everything around Norman was booked - apparently there was a lot happening that weekend. Our friends had suggested a certain casino hotel but when I called they said they were "full, full, full" but I was able to find one that wasn't too far away.
And the hotel was brand new - it's only been open about 4 weeks. The room was nice, I was especially fond of the bathroom and informed husband that when we build our house I want a bathroom like this - it had a really cool pocket door that I loved and a great shower.
So we met up with our friends, stuffed our bellies with nachos, won a little money at gambling (I made a whole $10 off the penny slots and was super excited about that until I found out my friend won $150) and then headed off to the game. It was so super hot! But it was totally worth it - I was just glad to be there! We started off kinda rocky. The first half was not good. But they pulled it together and in the third quarter, really started to look like a team. It was a great game!
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Sweat much? |
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Sooner girls |
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Enjoying time with the Jones' |
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Boomer! |
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And it's a win! |
But I must be the pickiest fan in the world because I had issues with the people next to us. First, the chick that was sitting next to me was totally not into the game – at all. She was so disinterested that she hardly looked up and stayed on her phone the entire time. And I know I shouldn’t care – really, it’s none of my business if she hated being there but seriously, it was killin my game buzz! I mean, the crowd energy is what makes the game atmosphere so awesome. Can you at least pretend to be a little excited? How bout a sporadic “Boomer!” every once in a while? Something? Anything? Hey, are you even still alive?
And the guy with her wasn’t much better. But for totally different reasons. The entire game, the only thing he yelled was “There we go!”. The night went something like this: Completed pass - “There we go!” Tackle – “There we go!” Block – “There we go!” PAT – “There we go!” Touchdown – “There we go!” Stoops breathing – “There we go!” It was so annoying. I almost offered to let him borrow my copy of “101 Things To Shout At A Football Game Besides There We Go” but the bored girl on her phone next to me was in the way.
See, I’m picky. And apparently a little bit bitchy too.
As big as the games are, in all the years I’ve ever gone I have never ran into anyone that I’ve known. Until this year. We were sitting with our friends before the game when I saw a former coworker. It turned out that when we moved to our seats we were directly behind her two rows back. Then during the halftime show I was doing something on my phone when I heard a guy call out “Amber!” And I don’t know why, but I didn’t think it was directed at me. I just thought there was another Amber somewhere in the crowd. Then I heard it again and my husband jabbed me so I look up to see this guy waving frantically at me. We yelled across the aisle at each other for a minute and then he went on. After he left I told my husband who he was and how I knew him and he was like “Didn’t you date him?” To which I explained, no I did not. I went out on a date with him. He was a terrific guy - smart, funny, and nice. But he had little boy hands. And I Just. Couldn’t. Do. It.
See, I really am picky....and a little bitchy too.
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