Boomer Sooner, Boomer Sooner,
Boomer Sooner, Boomer Sooner,
Boomer Sooner, OK-U!
Oklahoma, Oklahoma,
Oklahoma, Oklahoma,
Oklahoma, Oklahoma,
Oklahoma, OK-U!
I'm a Sooner born,
And a Sooner bred,
And when I die
I'll be Sooner dead!
Rah, Oklahoma! Rah, Oklahoma!
Rah, Oklahoma! OK-U!
OK-U!
This, up until a few months ago, was my favorite OU shirt. It commemorates OU’s national title run in 2000. That fall was one of my most memorable semesters during my college career. I got to follow the Sooners all the way to the Orange Bowl.
My mom and my sister hate this shirt, because no matter how big the holes in it get, I still wear it. My mom says it makes me look like a homeless person.
But I guess I’m just hanging on to that shirt for the nostalgia. Fall 2000 wasn’t just about football. That was when I added journalism as a second major, having found that I could be really good at it, and it was the semester I earned a copy editing internship to The Boston Globe before I even took an editing class.
As you can see, the shirt seen a lot of wear, and has gone through extensive repairs. I should have thrown this shirt away years ago.
OK, you!
The shirt was knocked off the top spot by my OU scrubs, given to me by the gang at the Journal-World. That’s it over on the right, next to my jersey. It was so cool that they did that for me. They know how much I love OU and how much thought I had given to going to nursing school. It was perfect.
Or so I thought. The main reason I wanted to study nursing at OU was the intensive one-year program. But that fell apart pretty quickly. And now, really my entire plan has come undone. I don’t want to go to nursing school at OU any more.
Really, it’s hard to think of OU without conjuring painful memories. And thinking of only good stuff just reminds me of good times, that try as I might, I can’t get back again. Going back to OU is like hanging on to that shirt. No matter how much I sew it up (OK, OK – no matter how much I get my mother to sew it up) it’ll never be the same, and it won’t fit quite right anymore.
Oh, KU!
So I figure this brand new career will start someplace else. So I’ll get a new shirt from my future school, and I have a pretty good idea which it'll be -- the one that matches my new hat.
We can credit kc for getting me out of the KU closet. She was the one who first saw it, when about a year ago at work I mentioned a KU story, and she called me out when I referred to the Jayhawks as "We" instead of "They."
I'm a Sooner born and a Sooner bred, so I wondered whether becoming a Jayhawk would make me a traitor, but even though I'm just going from crimson and cream to crimson and blue. But I've gotten a seat for kc on the Sooner Schooner, so it kind of evens out.
Boomer Sooner, and Rock Chalk, Jayhawk.
7 comments:
You dope! I love you!
Let me buy you your first Jayhawk T-shirt.
Then we can go to all the Sunday KU women's basketball games. Woo-hoo! Girls gone wild!
Also, G, note that the sports desk put out a centerpiece on Bonnie today that was only slightly sexist.
Oh yeah, and in re the closet, G, to paraphrase someone who should know: It's time you went outside and joined the others — You ARE the other.
Love you too, my Cherry K.
And remember my T-shirt size: really frickin' big.
Oooo ... "The Bonnie Bunch."
Welcome to the nest, George!
Thanks, Erin. It's still a few years down the line, but it's the goal.
An addendum: I gave the OU T-shirt to my mom to throw away for me. She cut it up and is using it as washrags.
I'm appalled.
Good grief, George, you've had a posting frenzy. I haven't been checking blogs this week while I worked on, of course, the KU edition.
I'm OK with most red teams. My dad is the ultimate Cornhuskers fan (downtrodden these days), and has had Chiefs tickets at least 20 years, so we have a lot of red apparel, signage and gadgets in red, including Dad's hat with the Christmas-light-blinking Chiefs logo (from me, Christmas 2002), and a stuffed ape in Nebraska gear that will cheer and shake his fist if you squeeze him.
Oh, and an inflatable Chiefs helmet for on top of the TV. That was from my sister's boyfriend. My dad was so disappointed when they broke up that he suggested I go out with the guy instead.
The goal has been two a week, but I havn't quite kept up.
I'll probably post at the end of next week as I approach the big day.
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