#6 OKLAHOMA 55 #21 TEXAS 48
Saturday, October 9th, 2021
The Cotton Bowl @
Fair Park - Dallas, TX
It was excruciating and it was exciting. It was frustrating and it was fascinating. It was miserable and it was awesome. It was a 4-hour pigskin rollercoaster ride of ups and downs and twists and turns that had the 92,100 people in attendance alternating between begging to be let off and lobbying to go again.
It was Oklahoma and it was Texas … It was Red River … And it was the worst/best one ever.
PART 1 – THE PRE-GAME
8:00 AM: Departure. Kate and Terry were in the car with seat belts buckled right on time for the predetermined 8:00 AM departure. I have always found that it’s a better start to the day when I’m not forced to leave someone who isn’t ready to go. Don’t laugh, it’s happened.
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| The lovely Kate Core and me b4 game |
8:30 AM. Security. I hate to brag, but history shows that when it comes to smuggling my flask of Crown into Fair Park, I’m undefeated. But that said, I also know that there is always a chance that one year I’m going to run into State Fair Sipowicz. He’s the guy who flunked the TSA Airport Security Test, so instead of living his dream of requiring people to place their shoes in the plastic bin, he’s trying to make a name for himself by being a hard-ass at Gate 3. This was not that year.
Not only did security not check people for alcohol or weapons – hell, they didn’t even check to see if you had a ticket.
8:35 AM: Inside the Gates. I’ve been going to this game since 1982 and usually when I arrive at Fair Park the only people already there are Blake and Sally Moffett, 3-dentally challenged carny’s, a fat lady with a bad attitude selling coupons inside a hut, and Big Tex. This year when I arrived at 8:35, I felt like I was late. Fans of both teams came early and stayed late – and were loud at all times in between. Impressive.
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| Annual Photo with Sally Moffett |
8:50 AM: The Picnic Tables. I was a little miffed when I walked up and saw that the GameDay set had been placed in close proximity to where our group meets. To start with, I was not consulted on this decision … and as the self-appointed Pre-Game Poohbah of the Picnic Tables I found that to be disrespectful at best. In addition to me having to talk louder in order to share my wisdom, the extra people congregating in the area also required all of us to stand a little closer to the beer stand than we have in the past … hey, we are an adaptable bunch if nothing else.
As is usually the norm, once near the top I like to impose on someone I don’t know to stop what they’re doing in order to take my picture. The task I’ve assigned this stranger also comes with an insult in the form of specific directions, “Hey, even though I’m never going to look at this picture again … would you mind taking one photo vertical and then another one horizontal … oh, and also … would you please make sure to include the sea of crimson and burnt orange masses of other people I don’t know in the background.” Thank you Captain Obvious.
10:45 AM: Best. Seats. Ever. My seats this year were on the
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| Thank you Bill Medley (right) for the seats |
11:01 AM: Texas 7 – Oklahoma 0. I can’t be positive, but I think the Longhorns might have scored so fast that Maverick and Goose were still doing the post National Anthem fly-over. The first play from scrimmage also brought with it the first F-bomb of the day. From the look on the face of the mom sitting 3-kids down to my left … she wasn’t thinking Best. Seats. Ever.
The versatile four letter word, which in this instance I used as a transitive verb, was uttered a mere 8-seconds into the game, which is a new OU-TX game record for me. The early expletive shattered my previous mark of 3-minutes and 42 seconds which occurred back in 2014 when I fumbled a stadium cup full of crown and ice down the back of the blue-hair sitting in the row in front of me. She couldn't have agree more with my assessment.
