Let's see, the last time I went down to Norman, some kid blew himself up outside the stadium and as I was walking into the stadium a group of medics (one of which was on top of the guy performing CPR) was rushing some dude (who later apparently died or was dead when they were wheeling him past me) on a gurney to an ambulance. so if no one dies this time, I'll consider it a good trip.
Unfortunately, for those inbred Okies, it ain't a game (or an event of any worth) unless at least one person blows themselves up (albeit, ususally this is accidental and involves making meth) and at least one other dies (usually from an o.d., an accident with a gun, a tragic pro-wrestling move gone wrong, or a fight over a farm animal/main squeeze). You reach maximum Okie-dom when the death involves someone on meth injured seriously via a pro-rasslin' move while fighting over a woman that happens to be a barnyard critter and in the end has to be put out of his misery via a gunshot.
Sam S.
