Ah, That's A Bummer But We'll Recover, I Bet.

So, the Sooners lost last night. That means, sadly, that the amount of punching in Oklahoma went up last night, and will probably continue at an elevated level for the next few days as Sooner "fans" continue to "deal with their emotions in a healthy way." That's the worst thing about fandom, I think. I don't just mean punching, either. There was a dude recently who, with his bare hands, tore the scrotum of a total stranger simply because the man was wearing a Longhorns shirt in Sooner country. That's not right. That's unhealthy. Funny thing: the guy doing the ripping was also a church deacon. WWJC? It's strange to me, to have your sense of self and self-worth so tied up to an external entity that you have literally no control over. That sounds like a recipe for psychic disaster.

That's why I prefer to base my sense of self-worth on the validation I get from a roomful of strangers who may or may not even be listening as I try to make them laugh.

I apologize for the audio quality. There was some crowd noise, and I didn't put the recorder near the speaker, so, whatever, blah blah blah. I guess we raised some money to keep the Tornado Alley Roller Girl league in the black, and isn't that what it's all about? I think it should have been a sanctioned Centennial Activity, but that's just me. Behold the magic of BUST A GUT!