Last night, OU defeated OSU 12-9 in an 18-inning battle at Allie P. Reynolds stadium in Stillwater. It was the longest game ever in the Bedlam series. Our condolences go out to everyone who was in attendance at game. Going through a 9-inning college baseball game is bad enough. 18-innings? That’s just torture.
When the game approached the 14th inning, News 9′s Dean Blevins put down what I assume to be a very large bong and Playboy magazine to share his thoughts about the contest:
— Dean Blevins (@DeanBlevins) April 16, 2014
Just like a poem, song lyric or Scott Brooks coaching decision, Dean Blevins tweets can be incredibly difficult to understand and interpret. In the tweet above, I think he was trying to say the Big 12 should have called the game, declared it a tie, and in the process, given Regular Jim Traber a fatal brain aneurysm. Maybe Dean has it out for Regular Jim?
Then again, perhaps Dean was trying to say that he “should call it a night.” If so, he should have followed his own advice. It would have prevented this from happening 8-minutes later:
Growing up, my feelings toward dogs were pretty neutral. I mean sure they were cute and all, but my mom had an army of chihuahuas who didn’t do anything but shake in fear, shed like crazy, and hide in piles of laundry whenever we had company over. Seemed kinda pointless. Plus, I went away to college and came home allergic to dogs, so getting one didn’t sound like a good option.
Of course, my whole mindset took a 180 degree turn when my boyfriend brought home a Cavapoopoo puppy named Scout. Within like, a week, I switched from the person who never stopped to scratch an animal’s head to one of those freaks who shows pictures of their pup to strangers. Every dang thing that mutt does cracks me up, from the way he stares at me while I sleep to the way he destroys my expensive shoes. Sure, I now have to use my rescue inhaler and take Claritin on a daily basis, but the puffy eyes and occasional hives are totally worth it. I’ve drank the Kool-Aid you guys, I’m officially a dog person. And like all other dog people I know, I want to bring my Scout out and about with me every single opportunity I get.
So I’m sure all you fellow dog enthusiasts share my agony at the announcement that dogs are no longer welcome to romp the Cherry Street Farmer’s Market. Wait, WHAT?!! Farmer’s Markets and like, the one sacred outing that dogs are ALWAYS welcome at! The horror, the horror!!
It’s no secret that Kevin Durant is pretty much the best person to ever walk the planet. For one, he’s fantastic at basketball. And two, he’s a crazy good dude. When he’s not giving new Nikes to underprivileged children, he’s donating money to rebuild Moore and getting leaves out of the gutter for his middle-aged Asian wife. Or maybe that was a commercial. Regardless, I’m sure his mom makes him get stuff off the top shelf and he obliges. My mom makes me get stuff off the top shelf for her, and I grumble the whole time, but that’s because I’m not a salt of the earth sort of person like Mr. Durant.
All of this leads me to wonder what happens in his home. Sure, it’s not any of my business, but how does the golden boy of basketball spend his time off the court? Well, his house is currently on the market. I know. You’re sad that we never got an episode of Cribs with Kevin Durant. But that’s where you’re wrong. We have an exclusive look at the home where Mr. Durant lays his head. And after you take a look, maybe, you can put in an offer. They’re only asking $1.95 million.
Last week, Oklahoma Fashion Week came and went. If you missed it, consider yourself lucky. The event was promoted and organized by Oklahoma’s finest celebutante Hipster Boo Boo (a.k.a. Christina Fallin).
We know this because:
A) Hipster Boo Boo being involved in something like “Oklahoma Fashion Week” makes total sense.
B) Photos like this:
Yes, that’s Mary and Christina Fallin at the Oklahoma Fashion Week media kick off. She, along with (retired) Major General Rita Aragon (this lady!), the Oklahoma Secretary of Military and Veteran Affairs, were the keynote speakers. Who would invite a crazy conservative Governor who wears open-toed shoes with hose (and a general who likes Glamour Shots) to kick off a fashion event? Oh, I know! Maybe some girl whose only source of credibility comes from her mom’s last name. Makes sense.
Seriously, Christina, get out of your mom’s shadow! Do something on your own! And by do something on your own, I don’t mean change your name to just “Christina” or run off and do awful projects with Wayne Coyne or Desmond Mason. That just makes you look even more desperate.
Anyway, if having Governor Fallin and General Big Collar didn’t convince you that Christina Fallin is the no-longer-pink-haired mastermind behind Oklahoma Fashion Week, check out these photos we grabbed of the kick off from some obscure local fashion website called “A Cuppa Fashion.” It doesn’t show any models wearing Native American headdresses, but it’s still good for a laugh:
If you have a smartphone, you have a bunch of sweet apps that make your life easier. Unless, of course, you have a Blackberry. That’s what I have, so my life is pretty difficult, especially when the camera on my phone is out of film.
I hear stories of people making a lot of money by creating apps and then selling them. I want to get rich, so I came up with some ideas to help get me there.
1. The Mike Morgan Weather Fear App
What it does: When severe weather strikes, this app will tell you to get in your car with your loved ones and tell you which direction to drive to get in the most danger. It will alert you 30 minutes before the severe weather which will give you plenty of time to get on a major interstate, which has because of this advice, been turned into a parking lot.
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