it's wednesday afternoon and ou still sucks
This morning I gave a midterm, and about 2/3 of the way through, my football player turned his in. "You going to Dallas?" I asked. He's a freshman and doesn't always get to travel. "To play!" he smiled, the excitement visible in his eyes.
Yes, football fans, it's the Red River Shootout week, the week for which Austin and most of that state on the other side of the river live. The State Fair, fried goodness, grandmas using inappropriate language, the Most Important Game of the Year - it's all there.
Normally we get to sit on the 50-yard line thanks to our Dear Aunt Becki, but we here at Texas in Africa have alternate plans this weekend as one of our Dear Friends decided it's socially acceptable to get married on a Saturday in the fall. That minor detail won't stop us from sneaking out of the reception to find the game being shown somewhere, anywhere. (Also, PhSquared has promised to text us updates every 5 minutes. We will be doing the same for him during the Nebraska game, during which he's the best man.)
While we sincerely hope that the incredible spurious correlation associated with our attendance at the game (when we're there, we win; when we're not, we don't) won't matter, our hopes for the game are still not high. Greg and Mack won't give up on Colt until well into the third quarter, and OU, despite last week's setback, is the better team this year. That said, it's Dallas, and anything can happen.
In other news, this year's batch of fried State Fair foods is as disgusting as ever. The winner of this year's contest is Fried Cookie Dough, but we're more intrigued by the Peach Cobbler on a Stick. Reading about the Fried Chili Frito Burrito (think deep-fried Frito pie) made our stomach turn a little. If we were going, we'd stick our once-a-year corn dog, world's best Fletcher's brand, and maybe share the fried cobbler with seven friends.
The State Fair is also bringing back the tramway this year (you know, the tramway that killed a guy and left someone else paralyzed in 1979). This one's new, but, come on. Stick to the ferris wheel (and go before you try the deep fried Frito thing).
Oh, just writing this is making us sad to not be there, but at least we won't have to endure abuse at the hands of all the OU fans in Dear Aunt Becki's section. Y'all have fun out there.