It seems real life has precluded any of us from making a post today. So use this thread to talk about whatever you want. Some suggestions:
1. The Sonics approval to move to Oklahoma City
2. The destruction of the University of Oklahoma as we know it, which will apparently take place on Monday
3. Suggestions for what you want to see on this site once Ogle Madness is finished.
Have a good weekend.
Maybe you guys could discuss big goofs by young, inexperienced reporters. News 9 usually has a cringe worthy intern or two.
sensationalism.
for shame, tony. for shame.
Or your favorite cheese.
Amy McRee’s pictures?
I like colby.
I tried muenster the other day it was quite tasty.
Gorgonzola. Yum.
Lappi cheese is delicious
bleu
I’d like to see an annual “Ogle Madness” tournament with all women, including top models, movie-stars, and all our local women. It would be the ultimate beauty contest. You’d need a big set of brackets, but it would be a lot of fun.
I wonder if this “stoppage” at OU will exceed the Groundhog Day Massacre of 1994. Ask Professor Shalhope about that one.
After Ogle Madness, maybe you guys could bring back the funny in place of the ogling (pardon the pun). We get it, straight guys like hot girls, myself included (as a straight guy, not a hot girl). Make me laugh.
Choosing underwear is not as easy as it seems. I started out as a briefs guy. Nothing fancy, my mother would only buy the white ones. The brand did not matter, as long as they were white. My first “choice” was presented by the Air Force. In basic training, everything was given to you, socks, uniforms, and of course, underwear. The old grizzled sergeant reminded me of Popeye, “Boxers or Briefs?”
I had horrible memories of boxer shorts though I never wore them in my life. On Sunday morning my Father would come into the living room, sit in his favorite chair wearing only his boxer shorts, and a tee shirt. They were baggy. When he crossed his legs, things fell out and I had to avert my eyes. “Briefs,” I said quickly, passing up my first opportunity for change.
I did not really give it anymore thought, until after I was married. Without asking my opinion, my wife replaced all of my tight, white underwear with boxer shorts. Gone were the cotton, sanitary white briefs from my boy hood, the “deep pocket” comfort that used to nestle the boys in the secure cotton mesh, replaced by silky, technicolor rainbows of shimmering satin. My wife did not know of the traumatic boxer episodes of my youth. I was dumbfounded, “what happened to my briefs,” I shouted, preparing to fight another battle of newlyweds. “Your underwear were getting ratty,” she said, “so I got some new ones.” I began muttering to myself, “they were not ratty, they were comfortable.” She shouted from the living room, “Aren’t they sexy?” I perked up a bit. Okay, I’m a guy so when she used the “sexy” word, I was putty in her hands. “Hey….. I’m sexy,” I thought, raising and lowering my eyebrows.
Boxers took some getting used too. Without warning, the fly would open and the turtle would pop its head out – an uncomfortable episode at best. Occasionally, they would bind up in the crotch and it took an extreme effort in modern dance to get them to self-correct; usually, I’d have to just reach down and manually pull them to correct what seemed like a vice strangulating the boys into looking like a three-day-old dead sailor on the high seas. Maybe they “looked” sexy, but they were the most uncomfortable period in my entire life.
It did not happen right away, but eventually, history catches up with you. One Sunday morning I went into the living room wearing my boxer shorts and a tee shirt. I sat down in my chair, kicked back the recliner, and felt a shift. My son averted his eyes. God, it is good to be back in briefs.
“You’d need a big set of brackets, but it would be a lot of fun.”
Not only would you need a big set of….brackets, but as Ogle Madness has confirmed, blonde hair doesn’t hurt, either.
i’m telling you, i want to see the “human chess match” with good vs evil oklahomans.
I like the “good v. evil” but just make it another bracket and we vote for Mr. Evil or Mrs. Good, etc.
you don’t need to actually HAVE the chess match, just set up the characters
New feature idea: Funniest anonymous columnists in the metro
OU as we know it is over.
Lost Ogle Lifetime Achievement Awards!
First would go to Danny Williams.