Here’s a little news flash for everyone. It looks like The Orlando Magic have decided to cleverly name their half-season ticket plan the “Half Howard Plan.” Why is this a news flash? Because included in this package is a December 5th game against a team that doesn’t exist: the Thunder.
Not too much to say about this one, other than the fact that they may just be the best wedding photos of all time. Seriously, the only thing that could make these photographs any better is if they also captured Van Shea Iven and Paul Folger tossing the pigskin in a field of wildflowers and eating some Mazzio’s Pizza.
Anyway, to check out all the pictures click here. If you’re too lazy to do that, check out some of the other ones we’ve posted after the jump.
Also, kudos to Keep Sakez Photography for having either the confidence or ignorance to post these wedding pictures as portfolio items, and for having some talking avatar freak me out on their homepage. This may be the first photography studio that makes you want to burn or destroy your wedding photos even before you decide to get divorced.
A nice thank you to the kind reader who pointed us to this a while back, too.
Last year, we posted a betting guidefor the OU and OSU season openers. Besides giving our opinion on the point spreads, we also posted a bunch of exotic bets. Here are some highlights on the OU side of things:
+/- 5: How many Sam Bradford incomplete passes it will take before 80,000+ people scream for Keith Nichol to be put in the game.
8-1: That there is “only one” Joe John Finley.
40-1: That all non-OU graduates in attendance at the North Texas game refuse to sing “Alma Mater’s Praise,” resulting in only 1,723 people singing.
100-1: Under heavy pressure from President Boren, the Pride of Oklahoma performs classic 70s hits from Barbara Streisand.
I’m glad nobody posted this thing over at OU Insider, because if they did, we probably could have lost a lot of money from people taking the under on the Sam Bradford thing. Anyway, after the jump I have our exotic bets for the OU season opener against Chattanooga. I would have included some for OSU, too, but fortunately our OSU expert Clark Matthews never emailed them too me.
Since I’ve a had couple of months to learn the minds of Lost Ogle readers, I know that by admitting I like the building you will either bash the building, bash me or say I’m jealous.
I’m lying.
I mean it.I don’t like it.
Now, you will either defend the building, bash me or say I’m jealous.
It’s that Tulsa versus OKC rivalry.
The next step in our rivalry is The BOK Center, which opens Saturday.It’s been called chromed dog feces, the giant air-condition duct, and a roll of duct tape. I didn’t like it at first. I said from the highway it looked like the overlords had taken over the city. I like it. It’s grown on me. I also like your building, or do I?
I lived in the dorms at OU for two years. One year too long to get any sort of credibility or respect from our predominately Tri-Delt and Theta hall. Few people really talked to my roommate and I once they found out we were sophomores, we hadn’t pledged the year before, and that we were almost twenty. Like, OMG.
There were a couple of girls at the end of the hall that were nice to us though, when they passed by and our door was open or when we ended up in an elevator with them or something. Then their crew (which I’m pretty sure was actually the 7 brothers they shared between them — they were all 6′3″ish, had crossed eyes, and may have been from Idabel. Establishing a location that I think explains the crossed eyes and blank expressions.) started showing up and glancing menacingly into our open room and they weren’t so friendly anymore. However, they were kind enough to share their music with our hall, the hall across from us, and probably the two above and below. Well after visiting hours and usually after the aroma of vomit deposited in front of my door had faded.
Thanks to YouTube, I believe I’ve figured out what was going on down there. Presenting “OU’s finest”…
Bobo’s is located in one of the highest crime areas in the city and attracts a sometimes mean looking crowd – depending on when you show up. After 2 AM this place can look like the set of a Tupoc Shakur video shoot. I have actually seen two midget Latino gangsta rappers get out of a low rider with hydraulics (I swear you can’t make this stuff up!!) Although I have never had any problems, I have felt threatened on occasion and have heard stories about shootings and the like. Personally, the air of adventure of going here is kind of fun (until I get jacked).
Midgets be damned, I think I’m going to stick with KFC or Popeye’s or even Wal-Mart fried chicken before I ever venture to Bobo’s. Hell, they could have Jessica Schambach in the parking lot hula hooping in a bikini and I’d still probably stay away. Eating fried chicken is bad enough for you as it is, the last thing you need to do is risk your life for it.
p.s. – Whoever wrote the Mr. Spriggs BBQ jingle should partner up with the Latino midget rappers and do a Bobo’s Chicken commercial.
p.s.2. – Unfortunately, it looks like none of these people were the ones who were shot.
Yeah, this recap was supposed to be up on Monday, but I got lazy busy, so here it is to brighten your Friday. Check out the Worst of OKC winners along with some minimal commentary after the jump.
Oklahoma City has a problem. According to Men’s Fitness magazine, there are only fourteen cities in the entire country that have had more trouble battling the bulge. There are supposedly 1.5 million adults in this city who are overweight and half a million of those could be classified as obese. The problem is so bad that Mayor Mick (who has shed quite a few pounds) put the whole city on a diet. His goal was for the city to collectively lose one million pounds during 2008. As of today, OKC has rallied together to lose 137,987.
Geesh! Well, let’s see, we’re13% of the way to the goal, unfortunately we’re 66% finished with the year. To step it up, several prominent Oklahomans have offered diet plans to get us on the right track. Check them out after the jump.
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