Football season has ended. Quit. Done. No Mo. At least, my weekly predictions in the online contest are over.
I’ve entered the Tulsa World’s Football contest for the past several years, and a couple of times during the contests, I’ve had a pretty high ranking. Never won, but did well enough to have B-list bragging rights.
Right now, I am tied for last place with about 400 others. I know when it’s time to lay down the crystal ball. At least now I can concentrate on OU-Texas Week.
When I first moved to Tulsa, there was even a parade of sorts downtown. (Admittedly small and unofficial.) That was back in the time when the oil companies were really going strong and a couple of executives with allegiences on either side of the Red River made some big splashes supporting their teams. Barbecue followed.
Some things bring out the competitor in us, like driving on Elm Street in Broken Arrow, where motorists are in training for Olympic Tailgating (the car in motion kind). I remember when I couldn’t let the boys beat me at ping pong, since they were already trouncing me at every video game. I figured they’d beat me at table tennis soon enough.
We’ve even got chili cookoffs these days. Competitive brisket smoking. Some are able to combine all of the above in the morning before the college football game. Outside the stadium you’ll find the competition pretty steep among the tailgating, brisket-smoking, parading, ping-ponging videogamers, who’ll end up so distracted they’ll completely miss the game.
That’s my crystal ball’s prediction, anyway.
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