I still say we're #1, because texas still sucks
THAT GAME WAS CRAP. I really hate referees sometimes. Although, admittedly, even if those three HORRIBLE CALLS had gone our way they still might have won, because our defense basically slept through the fourth quarter which is when they finally pulled ahead. But still. It's about the MOMENTUM and they KILLED it by SCREWING US OVER, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! And Sam Bradford still deserves a freaking Heisman OK?
So we're #4, now, and that's still freaking awesome. And those burnt orange bastards are #1. Which, yeah, sucks, but if we've only lost to the #1 team, that's about as good a position as you could want, after a loss.
(Also: OSU beat Mizzou and it really kind of scares the hell out of me. And we're in stinking Stillwater this year. Joy.)
On my way to Norman on Friday I got a flat tire (on my car I've owned for all of three and a half weeks.) And, yes, I have been taught to change a tire but that was years ago, so I didn't really have a clue how to do it. So Angela's husband Robert and his dad and brother came to rescue me. They got it done in about three minutes. Robert's brother is a Norman police officer and was ready to call up the Moore PD and highway patrol and stop interstate traffic if he needed to - thankfully it did not come to that, I was embarrassed enough!
Robert tried to figure out where the leak was but he couldn't find it. I couldn't figure out what had happened - I didn't hit anything that I could remember. And then, when we were looking over the other tires, we found that each of the rear tires had a nail in them. I went to Hibdon Tires today before I left town - can't exactly drive 75 mph for 140 miles on a donut spare - and they said the flat had a big hole in the sidewall, so it needed replacing, but the other two were fixable, no charge. So now I'm down $130 - I'm going to call the Mazda place tomorrow and see if I could somehow be reimbursed under my warranty. Everyone keeps asking me "What did you hit?" and I have no freaking clue. I guess some asshole dropped a box of nails on the highway or something? Because to get one flat tire and nails in two others at exactly the same time really can't be coincidence.
And OMG I don't want to go to work tomorrow. However, Monday means Chuck is on! So there is something to look forward to!
So we're #4, now, and that's still freaking awesome. And those burnt orange bastards are #1. Which, yeah, sucks, but if we've only lost to the #1 team, that's about as good a position as you could want, after a loss.
(Also: OSU beat Mizzou and it really kind of scares the hell out of me. And we're in stinking Stillwater this year. Joy.)
On my way to Norman on Friday I got a flat tire (on my car I've owned for all of three and a half weeks.) And, yes, I have been taught to change a tire but that was years ago, so I didn't really have a clue how to do it. So Angela's husband Robert and his dad and brother came to rescue me. They got it done in about three minutes. Robert's brother is a Norman police officer and was ready to call up the Moore PD and highway patrol and stop interstate traffic if he needed to - thankfully it did not come to that, I was embarrassed enough!
Robert tried to figure out where the leak was but he couldn't find it. I couldn't figure out what had happened - I didn't hit anything that I could remember. And then, when we were looking over the other tires, we found that each of the rear tires had a nail in them. I went to Hibdon Tires today before I left town - can't exactly drive 75 mph for 140 miles on a donut spare - and they said the flat had a big hole in the sidewall, so it needed replacing, but the other two were fixable, no charge. So now I'm down $130 - I'm going to call the Mazda place tomorrow and see if I could somehow be reimbursed under my warranty. Everyone keeps asking me "What did you hit?" and I have no freaking clue. I guess some asshole dropped a box of nails on the highway or something? Because to get one flat tire and nails in two others at exactly the same time really can't be coincidence.
And OMG I don't want to go to work tomorrow. However, Monday means Chuck is on! So there is something to look forward to!