Normally I would post about all of the Thanksgiving celebrations from this week and how much we traveled and what not. But, I am sure you can imagine how the 1st 2-part thanksgiving celebration went for us. It was a good time and a great opportunity to see family and a lot of people that we hadn’t seen since the wedding. Although, it kind of reminded me of that movie "Four Christmases".
But a more important theme is weighing on my heart and developed as I was reading The Oklahoman newspaper trying to take up some time on the way home. Tears fell from my face from two separate stories and usually that kind of stuff doesn’t get to me.
Unless you’re living in a hole somewhere (and how are you getting internet access?? You must not have AT&T) then you’re probably aware that OSU is having an exceptional season this year. Best season of all time. I’m even emotionally involved and have participated in more “football talk” this season than I have cumulatively my entire life. I want them to go all the way, real bad. Partly because I’m selfish and want to go to New Orleans. Partly because my father-in-law has been a very dedicated fan for 50+ years and he deserves to see it. Partly for my husband who has been to all but 3 OSU home games since birth (literally!). I want to see the joy on his face if we get the opportunity to go to the national championship. That will make my heart really happy. But mostly, I want it for our school. If you’re reading this and didn’t go to OSU, you just can’t truly understand the family that OSU is. People may feel the same way about their school, but I honestly doubt it.
Everyone knows what happened last week to our Women’s basketball coaches (and 2 very dedicated alumni). I never knew coach Budke and Serna. What I do know is that I have shed many tears over the situation. My heart is broken not only for their families, but for the extreme loss to the OSU family. And it’s not just because they were major “names” at OSU. A couple of years ago a boy had been missing from the OSU campus and I remember praying for him for several days for his return. Just an average student, but I was concerned about him.
In addition, I read in the paper today a story that Matt already knew about. Coach Spencer, an assistant coach to the football team, lost his wife the night of the OSU/Tulsa football game back in September. I read the story and just cried. The next week, at the game against A&M, coach Spencer and his two boys were there. The players now wear a sticker on their helmets that says “AS”, for Angela Spencer.
I’m so proud of our school. It’s great that their having such a great football season. If we go to the national championship, they need to make a movie about this year. It’s unbelievable the ups and downs we have experienced in a single season. At the very least, someone should write a book about it. I would buy it.
However, football isn’t even a fraction of the reason why I decided to go to OSU, and has little to do with how proud I am to be a graduate. It’s kind of funny, because shortly after I moved into Stout Hall my first semester at OSU, I had to ask someone if it was common for students to buy football tickets. I had no idea. My first college football game was in Boone Pickens Stadium. There I learned to wave the wheat, sing the Alma Mater, and figured out what on earth a first down was. Those are all great things, but the fact that I’ll shed tears for the loss of someone, just because their part of the OSU family, means something to me. It’s not something you can create, imitate, or feel unless you’ve experienced it firsthand. Thank you to Oklahoma State for giving me to opportunity for an excellent education, life changing experiences, and leading me to meet my husband. I’ll forever be grateful and will always bleed orange.
Go Pokes.
But a more important theme is weighing on my heart and developed as I was reading The Oklahoman newspaper trying to take up some time on the way home. Tears fell from my face from two separate stories and usually that kind of stuff doesn’t get to me.
Unless you’re living in a hole somewhere (and how are you getting internet access?? You must not have AT&T) then you’re probably aware that OSU is having an exceptional season this year. Best season of all time. I’m even emotionally involved and have participated in more “football talk” this season than I have cumulatively my entire life. I want them to go all the way, real bad. Partly because I’m selfish and want to go to New Orleans. Partly because my father-in-law has been a very dedicated fan for 50+ years and he deserves to see it. Partly for my husband who has been to all but 3 OSU home games since birth (literally!). I want to see the joy on his face if we get the opportunity to go to the national championship. That will make my heart really happy. But mostly, I want it for our school. If you’re reading this and didn’t go to OSU, you just can’t truly understand the family that OSU is. People may feel the same way about their school, but I honestly doubt it.
Everyone knows what happened last week to our Women’s basketball coaches (and 2 very dedicated alumni). I never knew coach Budke and Serna. What I do know is that I have shed many tears over the situation. My heart is broken not only for their families, but for the extreme loss to the OSU family. And it’s not just because they were major “names” at OSU. A couple of years ago a boy had been missing from the OSU campus and I remember praying for him for several days for his return. Just an average student, but I was concerned about him.
In addition, I read in the paper today a story that Matt already knew about. Coach Spencer, an assistant coach to the football team, lost his wife the night of the OSU/Tulsa football game back in September. I read the story and just cried. The next week, at the game against A&M, coach Spencer and his two boys were there. The players now wear a sticker on their helmets that says “AS”, for Angela Spencer.
I’m so proud of our school. It’s great that their having such a great football season. If we go to the national championship, they need to make a movie about this year. It’s unbelievable the ups and downs we have experienced in a single season. At the very least, someone should write a book about it. I would buy it.
However, football isn’t even a fraction of the reason why I decided to go to OSU, and has little to do with how proud I am to be a graduate. It’s kind of funny, because shortly after I moved into Stout Hall my first semester at OSU, I had to ask someone if it was common for students to buy football tickets. I had no idea. My first college football game was in Boone Pickens Stadium. There I learned to wave the wheat, sing the Alma Mater, and figured out what on earth a first down was. Those are all great things, but the fact that I’ll shed tears for the loss of someone, just because their part of the OSU family, means something to me. It’s not something you can create, imitate, or feel unless you’ve experienced it firsthand. Thank you to Oklahoma State for giving me to opportunity for an excellent education, life changing experiences, and leading me to meet my husband. I’ll forever be grateful and will always bleed orange.
Go Pokes.
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