Time-out with John Inman
Back in the day, when I used to get two press passes to THE game, I usually took my friend Ron Bentley and later my good buddy George. Those were good times. We always enjoyed the pomp and pageantry of the Texas State Fair and going to eat at Spaghetti Warehouse. I went to the rivalry game 25 years in succession, so that’s a lot of spaghetti and meat balls.
Now, thanks to my friend Jackie Seals, who lives in Tulsa, I hope I’m in a position where I can get two tickets for years to come. (hint, hint). Jackie and I went to Northeastern State University in Tahlequah and worked on The Northeastern together back in the early ’70s, and we connected again last year on Facebook. See, that social network phenomenon is good for something.
Little did I know, Jackie’s son Jeff once worked as assistant SID at OU. When she told me that, I immediately thought, “What a small world this is.” Jeff is in Las Vegas now in the SID business, so he’s not doing badly for himself. And Jeff has “contacts” back in the OU sports information office. And his mother has a friend who is a big-time Oklahoma fan. Me.So, it works out beautifully, I think, for both of us!
Now I can take Cynthia along and she, too, can enjoy watching the Sooners romp over somebody/anybody, as they didBallStatelast weekend, 62-6. Obviously,BallStatewas a sacrificial lamb, but the Cardinals probably picked up a nice paycheck for their time and troubles. The only empty seats in Gaylord Family Memorial Stadium were the ones that were supposed to be occupied by the absent Ball State band.
I never was much of a “shouter,” because of my newspaper habits, I suppose of being in press boxes, therefore I like to sit and view the plays as they develop, but I can no longer do that in the middle of “82,000 of my closest friends” as the T-shirt I bought last year says. Still, I just sit by and watch quietly as the fans around me chant “Boomer … Sooner,” including Cynthia, but it’s beauty to my ears. The atmosphere of anOklahomafootball game is magical, state fair or no state fair.
The seats Jackie gets are in the North end zone about 40 rows up in section 15. This year, however, I asked Dr. David Ball, my primary doctor, if he would write me a letter to help us get more accessible seats. He did, stating I have a history of “atrial fibrillation, coronary disease, diabetic neuropathy, hypertension, left ventricular hypertrophy and obstructive sleep apnea which contribute to mobility restrictions and limitations.”
That means I’m disabled, but not until he gave me the letter did I realize I was so disabled. Wow! Doctors have a way with words, don’t they?
So, I took the letter to the ticket office prior to the game and the nice man let us exchange the tickets for some in the south end zone in section 36, a mere two rows up in seats 2 and 3. In other words, we were right above where the Sooners came out of the tunnel for the game. We could have said hello to Bob Stoops, the OU coach, if we so desired Well, maybe that’s slightly exaggerated, but we were right there on top of the action. Plenty of action it was, too, especially in the third quarter when the Sooners scored 21 points in something like a 20-second span to jump from an already commanding 38-6 halftime lead to a 59-6 bulge. I even came close to forgetting my press box days and yelling, “Boomer, Sooner” a couple of times.
Until next week’s time-out …