I was forced, against my will to attend the Oklahoma State Game on Saturday. I was accused my my hubby and FIL of not being in the spirit, but my toe nails were painted orange, I promise.
I did, however, drink an adult beverage out of an orange can, and let my kids wear orange. Wyatt saw his shirt with the OSU mascot on it and said, "I hate Pistol Pete." And I laughed but didn't egg him on. I swear.In the car, Aaron told me I needed to conform and get into the school spirit. (As if) He was trying to get me to say "Go Pokes!" All I could muster was "Go Oklahoma" and "Boomer Pokes", neither of which he appreciated.
Who's scared of a Poke anyway? (I know...who's scared of a Sooner right? We at least we carry shotguns...)
The kids had a lot of fun, and Wyatt won a pair of binoculars from the Verizon booth for doing a "Dance Off" for the crowd. He's pretty fly for a white guy.I always feel compelled to make lots of jokes at the expense of OSU when I go to their turf. (And it's not often that I'm invited, so I save them up.) I'd like to share with you now, my perennial favorite:
Ahem.
Hey...did you hear they're going to remove the artificial turf and replace it with grass? Turns out the cheerleaders need someplace to graze at halftime....
Ba-dum-Pum.
