It’s officially time to spend every other Saturday at the Palace on the Prairie, sing Boomer Sooner [literally] hundreds of times, and lose my voice cheering like a champion for my favorite boys. It’s football time in Oklahoma.
Any of you that know me in the slightest know that any day that involves OU football is a good day for me.
Everyone’s excited, everyone’s cheerful. Even fans from out of town who are here to cheer on the opposing team can’t help but post glowing reviews on Facebook and Reddit of the kindness and generosity that Sooner fans extend.
It’s the students lining up long before the gates open and sprinting for the best seats in the house.
It’s sitting through the heat, the cold, and the rain during pregame to soak in every moment.
It’s dancing in the stands to Who U Wit and Juju on that Beat (even if you still aren’t entirely sure how).
It’s getting hyped for the Pride and and singing every song at the top of your lungs.
It’s chanting “Sooner born and Sooner bred” with heart and pride.
It’s hearing the roar of the stadium chant “boomer” “sooner” back and forth to each other.
It’s getting chills during the opening video and screaming for every legend that appears – past, present, and future.
It’s the crowd going wild when we remember “there’s only one Oklahoma.”
It’s waiting on the edge of your seat for the next play and yelling at the top of your lungs after every good play.
It’s high-fiving everyone around you, friends and strangers alike, after each touchdown.
It’s everyone coming together for the same cause – to cheer for those amazing boys that we love and are so proud of. It doesn’t matter what the week has looked like, it doesn’t matter what makes us different – on game day, we’re all Sooners.
And on this Labor Day weekend, let’s remember that that’s how we always should be. We’re all from different backgrounds, we’re all from different stages and points of life; but at the end of the day, we’re all American, lucky to be living in a country in which our freedom has been cherished and fought for. We all get to work together to build this nation in whatever way we can, and there is PRIDE in being American.
Furthermore, I will always be proud to be a part of this Sooner family. While my time as a student might be over, my love and passion for this university and our football team has not relented. While I might not technically be Sooner born and bred, my OU DNA runs deep and my blood is crimson as can be. You can catch me religiously watching every Sooner football game and expecting Sooner Magic until the day I’m “Sooner dead.”