I had been to every Texas - ou game since 1978. Then... the year 2000 hit.
My daughter was in the Indian Princesses at it just so happened that our weekend camp out was the weekend of the game. So, I had a choice ... go on a life enrichening experience with my daughter or go to the game and keep my streak alive! Let's just say... the corny dog were watered down and the beer sucked at the game!
uh... yeah... no.
The campout is at Turner Falls in Southern Oklahoma. So, here we are driving north on I35. Of course, my daughter wants to be in a car with 3 of her friends, soooo... I'm driving by myself. That sucks.
And as we drive north, this army of cars driving south all with Ou flags flying on the cars is coming toward Dallas. I don't know why, but I start to think, "uh oh." Well, we crossed over the Oklahoma border and all of a sudden, the cars driving south come to a stop. The road is empty. I soon learn why.
About a mile later, there is this horrific car accident. One car is literally cut in two. And a corpse is lying on the other side of the road with a tarp over it! Holy Cow.
Well, we get to Turner Falls, the dads are all talking about, "Holy shit... that was unreal!" Very sobering. The girls are running around, laughing.
As we all know, gameday, the skies open up.. it's cold as my first wife's left nipple. One dad had a portable radio (remember, this was before cell phones were what they are today)... and I caught the half time score. uggggggg.
For the first time in my life, I am glad that I am not at the game. The whiskey and cigars at the campout were still good. But, man, that was a painful weekend.