
It’s hard to believe, since it feels like only seventeen years ao, but today The Lost Ogle turns one year old. It’s been an interesting year, as we’ve gone from humble beginnings being read by about six people per day to becoming a kinda sorta well known blog being written about in publications such as the Gazette and, well, the Gazette.
A year ago when we decided to try this project, we started by kicking around a few names. Among those considered:
GolfballsizeHail.com
DownedPowerlines.com
LookingforLynnHickey.com
WhatWouldLindaCavanaughDo.com
SorryAboutTobyKeith.com
OutWithTheGout.com
JamesHalesBurgerKing.com
In the end, much to James Hale’s relief, we ended up with TheLostOgle.com, and now it’s hard to imagine the site being known as anything else. We’ve been flattered to learn that the site is read in newsrooms, schoolrooms, and Justice League headquarters.
This is The Lost Ogle’s 400th post, and to date there have been over 5400 reader comments on our site. Roughly 3/4 of those have been dedicated to extolling the virtues of Gary England, but occasionally we also like to poke fun at the Mathis Brothers. That’s just the kind of hard-hitting journalism we know our readers look for.
As we enter our second year, we hope you’ll continue to stop by and help us enjoy the lighter side of Oklahoma City.







The kiddos may not remember it — I barely do myself — but there used to be a guy named Bill Simonson who had a radio show in the Oklahoma City market. He made Jim Traber look humble. I mean, he actually called himself “Captain Huge.” It takes some world-class levels of self-loathing to be the kind of jerk this guy was. I was in, like, the 6th grade and could tell this guy had some serious issues. If ever there was a person who needed a hug from Angi Bruss, it was Bill Simonson.



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