More to come later but this is what I got right now…
I know you’re all dying for news but it’ll have to wait. Right now, I’m too busy to think about much of anything. Maybe the heavens will have opened up and rescued me from the ridiculous pile of work by Thursday.
If you could all put in a request for that, I would be eternally grateful.
So here’s what I can offer today:
My moment of sheer football bliss.
In case anyone’s counting, there are 66 days left until Auburn and OU kick off for there first games. Meaning, by August I can start watching Sports Center again. I hate baseball so I pretty much turn it off until August.
By some strange miracle, I managed to hit Norman last Thursday at 4:59 pm. I had been looking forward all week to 5:00 pm and KOMA radio. Every day at 5:00 pm, KOMA, the local oldies station plays OU’s pre-game show.
And I love it.
I don’t mean that I enjoy it or that I think it’s cool or I try to catch it when I can.
I mean there were days when my entire goal was to somehow be in the car at 5:00 pm to hear that pre-game show. It was an obsession.
Well, sure, I could have busted out one of the 452 OU CD’s we own and played it on my own. Or I could have just logged in to the OU band website and listened to my heart’s content.
But oh no. There is something special, magical even, about hearing pre-game coming through the air waves on my car radio.
I love it.
So I quickly changed my FM tuner to my first programmed stations (because I still have all my OKC stations as FM 1 and my TX stations as FM 2 – yeah, I’m holding on to the hope), turned the volume up and waiting patiently for the end of “Woolly Bully”.
And then it began. I could almost see the drum line walking on to the field. I could feel the blazing 10:39 am sun on my face and my feet started to feel like they would jump off my legs as I thought about the drum major twirling his mace and the final drum “Bum, bum-bum.”
The drums started beating and I tapping the steering wheel along with their cadence. And then I sang. I “Whoo”’d at the right spot. I made the “lazy circles in the sky” motions. I spelled O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A like I’d never spelled it before.
And then it was over.
Drat.
So I turned the volume down, still smiling, and started looking for another song.
And then, a miracle.
Playing on 103.7, the mix station, was what can only be described as sheer bliss.
“Eye of the Tiger”
And I tuned in just as the guitar started playing and the drums started beating.
Buh. Buh buh buh. Buh buh buh. Buh buh bummmmmm….
And so once again, I found myself drumming away on the steering wheel, singing at the top of my lungs…
“It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight. Rising up to the challenge of our rivals. And the last…”
And suddenly there I am in Jordan-Hare with mom and dad shaking my shaker so hard my arm hurts. I’m watching Aubie do his latest dance and waiting for my Auburn Tigers to come walking arm and arm out of the tunnel.
Chill bumps.
I ask, can there be a more glorious 7 minutes than those I have just described?
I guess maybe if your kid says “momma” or “dada” for the first time.
Nah. Football surely trumps that.
I know you’re all dying for news but it’ll have to wait. Right now, I’m too busy to think about much of anything. Maybe the heavens will have opened up and rescued me from the ridiculous pile of work by Thursday.
If you could all put in a request for that, I would be eternally grateful.
So here’s what I can offer today:
My moment of sheer football bliss.
In case anyone’s counting, there are 66 days left until Auburn and OU kick off for there first games. Meaning, by August I can start watching Sports Center again. I hate baseball so I pretty much turn it off until August.
By some strange miracle, I managed to hit Norman last Thursday at 4:59 pm. I had been looking forward all week to 5:00 pm and KOMA radio. Every day at 5:00 pm, KOMA, the local oldies station plays OU’s pre-game show.
And I love it.
I don’t mean that I enjoy it or that I think it’s cool or I try to catch it when I can.
I mean there were days when my entire goal was to somehow be in the car at 5:00 pm to hear that pre-game show. It was an obsession.
Well, sure, I could have busted out one of the 452 OU CD’s we own and played it on my own. Or I could have just logged in to the OU band website and listened to my heart’s content.
But oh no. There is something special, magical even, about hearing pre-game coming through the air waves on my car radio.
I love it.
So I quickly changed my FM tuner to my first programmed stations (because I still have all my OKC stations as FM 1 and my TX stations as FM 2 – yeah, I’m holding on to the hope), turned the volume up and waiting patiently for the end of “Woolly Bully”.
And then it began. I could almost see the drum line walking on to the field. I could feel the blazing 10:39 am sun on my face and my feet started to feel like they would jump off my legs as I thought about the drum major twirling his mace and the final drum “Bum, bum-bum.”
The drums started beating and I tapping the steering wheel along with their cadence. And then I sang. I “Whoo”’d at the right spot. I made the “lazy circles in the sky” motions. I spelled O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A like I’d never spelled it before.
And then it was over.
Drat.
So I turned the volume down, still smiling, and started looking for another song.
And then, a miracle.
Playing on 103.7, the mix station, was what can only be described as sheer bliss.
“Eye of the Tiger”
And I tuned in just as the guitar started playing and the drums started beating.
Buh. Buh buh buh. Buh buh buh. Buh buh bummmmmm….
And so once again, I found myself drumming away on the steering wheel, singing at the top of my lungs…
“It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight. Rising up to the challenge of our rivals. And the last…”
And suddenly there I am in Jordan-Hare with mom and dad shaking my shaker so hard my arm hurts. I’m watching Aubie do his latest dance and waiting for my Auburn Tigers to come walking arm and arm out of the tunnel.
Chill bumps.
I ask, can there be a more glorious 7 minutes than those I have just described?
I guess maybe if your kid says “momma” or “dada” for the first time.
Nah. Football surely trumps that.
I completely understand your excitement! I love the Auburn pregame and cry just about every time. I hate it if we are not in the stadium at least five minutes before so I can get ready! I can't wait for the season! But at the same time the countdown is bittersweet because counting down days till kick off is also counting down days left of summer and Noah and Mommy's school free days together!
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