Dear Head Coach Travis Ford,
The length of time I have been an Oklahoma State basketball fan is virtually identical to the amount of time I have been aware of the sport of basketball. After my dad installed a basketball goal on top of our garage, I spent hours of each day pretending to be my favorite Cowboy players. As the players graduated, I even invented an expansion NBA team that played in Oklahoma City (even at that age not believing that would ever actually happen) so I could meld the generations of players.
Ah, the innocence of that young Clark Matthews, firing up bricks and dreaming that he would one day play alongside Royce Jeffries and Bryon Houston; Darwyn Alexander, Corey Williams, and Sean Sutton; Richard Dumas and his drug dealer. What I lacked in ability and understanding of the career shelf life of borderline NBA prospects, I made up for in appreciation of the game and love of Oklahoma State hoops.
Years later, I followed my heart and attended OSU. I did this partially because of my fandom (but to be fair, they had an excellent program in my desired degree field.) I wanted to spend my college years experiencing the atmosphere of Gallagher-Iba Arena (the “rowdiest arena in the nation”.) I wanted to watch the great Eddie Sutton up close. I wanted to attend a basketball school.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed all the sports the school fielded. I never missed a football game despite the fact that Texas high school teams played in better stadiums and the team only made one bowl game during my stay in Stillwater (but they beat OU three out of four years). The thing is, I liked football, but a loss never upset me as much as you would expect a sports obsessed adolescent to be upset by his favorite team losing. Basketball was different.
Now as I ride swiftly into middle age, things have changed dramatically. Read More
2011 was apparently a pretty good year for Oklahoma City. In fact, it was so great that The Greater Oklahoma City Chamber of Commerce released an awkward two-minute long TV commercial to remind us about it:
I don’t know about you, but I would bet some serious money that the everyone involved in the production of that commercial lives in Edmond. The only thing whiter than that thing is the lower level of a Thunder game. They even made the black kids look stale and boring and white.
In case you missed it over the holiday weekend, Tulsa World (and former Oklahoman) columnist Dave Sittler got in some hot water at the Fiesta Bowl media day when his private conversation with Oklahoma State defensive coordinator Bill Young turned out to be not so private.
While talking with Bill Young about his tenure as defensive coordinator at the University of Oklahoma under John Blake, Sittler was caught by a hot mic (and video) referring to Blake as a “slapdick.” Sittler also mentioned to Young that Donnie Duncan told him Blake got the head job at OU because he was black, and that OU was afraid of what Bob Simmons was going to do at OSU. If that’s confusing, just watch the video:
First off all, the look on Bill Young’s face at about the one-minute mark is classic. It’s like someone told him that Nathan Simmons was going to start at running back.
Needless to say, lots of people freaked out about this, most of them wanting Sittler to be punished or even fired. Quite frankly, I’m not seeing what the big deal is. Assuming Sittler is telling the truth about what Donnie Duncan said, what’s the issue? John Blake was a slapdick coach. If ever there were a coach for which that would be an accurate description, John Blake would be the one. It is a perfectly correct description. The term is uncouth, I guess, but hardly out of the ordinary for newsmen in private conversations.
As for the racial aspect, if Donnie Duncan said he hired Blake simply because he is black, why is it a problem for Dave Sittler to repeat that? If the athletic director who hired him had said that to me, it’s something I sure as hell would want to talk about with his former staff members. Sittler may have trouble getting people to trust him with information like that again, but I’m not seeing why the public should be outraged at him.
Anyway, this all seems way more like a Kinsley Gaffe than an actual gaffe, but it got me thinking of some other gaffes that occurred in the media here over the years. A look at some of our favorites after the jump.
Hot Dog! It’s 2012. Happy New Year, friends. If you’re like me (red-headed and kinda stupid), then you enjoy making resolutions you have no intention of keeping. I’ve done a ton of research to bring you the top ten resolutions that won’t be kept this year. Resolutions are normally made with the best intention, but not kept because – well, I don’t know. I would say it’s because we are who we are, not always the people we think we are. Deep, huh?
Anyway, here are some resolutions that Oklahomans won’t keep this year!
1. Only Get One Divorce This Year
Oklahomans love to get married, and then divorced. This year, wait a year before getting remarried. Otherwise people are going to stop believing in the sanctity of marriage.
2. Read More Stuff
Does reading make you smarter? That’s one thing science may never know. But science has proven that reading is a great way to pass the time at work. The Lost Ogle has words that can be read every day of the week! So read more of TLO (especially on Tuesdays).
Every so often, we turn to good ole’ Craigslist for some fresh (albeit depressing) inspiration.
There’s no day quite like New Year’s Eve that exacerbates the shortcomings in one’s life and twists them all into a feeling of impending doom that threatens to last the entire year. Because of this, Craiglist’s Missed Connection section doubles every January 1st.
I sifted through the masses of reality entertainment in its purest form not because I’m a cold-hearted villain in need of a cheap laugh, but because I am a true patron of the people. Readers, it’s okay if you didn’t get a midnight kiss, if you threw up at your wife’s best friend’s house party, or if you passed out in bed wearing your Forever Lazy before Ryan Seacrest’s
balls ball dropped. There are some people out there suffering from true quiet desperation–that the rest of us can noisily and fulfillingly laugh at.
Check ‘em out…after the jump:
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