We asked Tony for his input in the HGADITMAM series and he said we needed to include someone from the OU Men’s Basketball team. He also said we needed to include someone dangerously thin with a knack for committing inopportune fouls. I think we found our man in Austin Johnson.
Over the past week there has been a lot going on here at The Lost Ogle. Honestly, I’m not to sure what that “a lot” was, but it had a much higher priority than writing about OU basketball. That’s why we are a little bit behind in “reporting” that on Monday, April 22nd, the OU basketball team held their annual “Tip In Club Post Season Dinner.” At this dinner, they gave away the following awards:
The Brent Price Connection to the Community Award: Taylor Griffin
The Roy Marler/Hollis Price Inspirational Award: Beau Gerber
The Eduardo Najera Award for Toughness: Blake Griffin
The Mookie Blaylock Outstanding Defensive Player Award: David Godbold
The Stacey King Award for Team Leadership: Taylor Griffin
The Harvey Grant Award for Commitment and Overall Improvement: Cade Davis
The Choo Kennedy Award for rebounding: Blake Griffin
The Terry Evans Award for assists: Austin Johnson
The Alvan Adams Award for Academic Excellence: Gerber and Ryan Wright
The Tim McCalister Award for most minutes played: Johnson
The Wayman Tisdale Award for Most Valuable Player: Blake Griffin
The Senior Appreciation Award: Godbold and Longar Longar
Geeze, no wonder Tony Neysmith decided to transfer. Rumors are even swirling that that Jeff Capel awarded Omar Leary the “Chris Walker Award for This Guy Really Shouldn’t be on Scholarship” in a secret, back room ceremony, just to keep him happy and on the team.
Anyway, it should be noted this will hopefully be the last time we write about college basketball here at The Lost Ogle until next fall. That is until Eddie Sutton succumbs to temptation and gets arrested for drunk driving again, Kelvin Sampson gets fired from an NBA job for charging late night 900-number calls to his corporate card or Sean Sutton becomes the presenting sponsor of the Watonga Cheese Festival.
(p.s.- Honestly, I wrote that last little blurb as a tongue-in-cheek joke, but I wouldn’t be surprised at all if any of them happened. Hell, it would actually be kind of cool.)
So, today is Valentine’s Day. Thank god I’ve come down with the flu. That means I now have the best excuse ever to not go out with the dozens of Lost Ogle groupies who were begging for me to be their Valentine. Instead I get to stay at home by myself and smear that weird anti-vomiting stuff on my wrists and just fall asleep.
Anyway, after that great visual, I’ll segue to the following email we received at The Lost Ogle mailbag:
I have a question that perhaps you are equipped to answer (or maybe Patrick’s perverted roommate can chime in). As you know, Valentine’s Day is approaching quickly. As a very romantic man myself, I have spent many hours measuring my options for wooing a lady on Valentine’s Day, and I have now encountered a conundrum that I can’t possibly resolve on my own.
For Valentine’s Day, we lucky Central Oklahomans have a choice between two entertainment legends: Tom Jones at the Riverwind Casino in Norman or Wayne Newton at Firelake Grand Casino in Shawnee. The question is: to which legendary performer’s show should one take his lady if one has high hopes of amorous relations with said very classy lady?
I know, it is an embarrassment of riches to be faced with such entertainment options right here in Oklahoma, but coinciding with the best chance of ass-gettin’ all year long makes it vital that we weigh our options with great care to arrive at the proper decision.
I humbly await your guidance.
A Very Romantic Okie
Honestly, the question was too tough for us to answer. I asked my perverted roommate for his input, but he grew up in Chickasha and can’t read or write too well. I even went to Lauren Richardson to get her opinion, but got this odd reply:
No, I will not go to Braum’s and then to an Indian Casino with you. Leave me alone.
Since we really can’t answer the Tom Jones/Wayne Newton question, we’ll just put it on our list of 10 bad local Valentine’s Day date ideas. Check out the other 9 after the jump:
For non-basketball fans, it was a game that probably did not win the sport many converts. The first installment of Bedlam was not an aesthetically pleasing affair. Neither team could get into the flow of their offense, there were no sustained runs, and Sean Sutton did everything in his power to keep the crowd out of the game — to the point that he had one timeout left with more than 12 minutes left in the game.
Through all of the ugliness, one hero rose from the crowd. I speak not of Obi Muonelo and his amazing first half, nor Taylor Griffin and his career high 20 points. I am talking, of course, about David Godbold.
He refuses to square up to the basket when he shoots, he makes decisions with the ball in his hands that make you want to tear your hair out, and I’m fairly certain that Al Eschbach leads the fast break better than him, but David Charles Godlbold wins the Bedlam MVP Award.
For all of the (well-deserved) praise that Marcus Dove gets for his defense, the transformation of Godbold into a defensive stopper has flown under the radar. OSU spent the better part of the first half trying to get James Anderson free for some open looks, but he couldn’t even catch the ball, much less get shots off. When Sean Sutton made the shockingly coherent move to give Byron Eaton the ball and simply let him abuse Omar Leary, it was Godbold who Jeff Capel switched to Eaton.
And then, when Marcus Dove fouled out, Godbold, in a gesture that — if there is justice in this world — should go down in history as among the awesomest in Bedlam basketball history, flashed the trademark Dove hand sign which, as I’ve said before, is one of the most obnoxious things in history.
Godbold is a senior, and will not play professional basketball. But he did intern at KOCO (BTW, conflict of interest much, KOCO? I’m just saying.) so perhaps we’ll meet again down the road. Until then, I raise my (non-alcoholic) glass in honor of one of America’s greatest heroes, David Godbold.
Unrelated: Anyone knowing the location of Tony Crocker’s offensive game, please contact the authorities. It has disappeared. Also, I sincerely hope Sean Sutton can start enjoying the game again soon. He does not look well.
As everyone in Stillwater and 17 people in Norman know, college basketball season is upon us. That is why this post includes a picture of Jenna Plumley revealing her true feelings for me.
For both OU and OSU, there are many question marks this season. Will highly touted recruits Blake Griffin and James Anderson be able to lead their respective teams to the NCAA tournament? Will Sean Sutton make it through the season without collapsing? Will the Lloyd-Noble Center extend it’s record of most consecutive seasons being the most poorly lit arena in the country? And hey, what about Fraggle Rock? Remember that show?
Sorry, I lost my train of thought there. Where was I? Oh yes, unanswered questions.
For instance:
Will the clip of Jeff Capel hitting the game-tying shot against North Carolina be shown during more than 20 of OU’s broadcasts?
Will Marcus Dove continue to have the worst celebratory hand signal in college basketball?
Will my campaign to get OU fans to embrace the nickname “Big Baby Food” for Beau Gerber fail for a second season in a row?
Will this story become reality?
Will Chris Walker manage to average more than a turnover a game despite being a graduate assistant for the Sooners and not an actual player?
For my part, I’m going Yes, Yes, Yes, Please God Make It Happen, Yes. But I’m notoriously terrible at predicting things. Like the time I predicted the red dot would beat the yellow dot during the dot race. Also, Betamax. I picked Betamax over VHS. Man, I’m getting depressed over my predicting skills. Thank god it’s Friday.
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