Back in the 1950s, like most everyone else in Oklahoma, Dad was a serious OU football fan.
On fall Saturday mornings, he and one of his buddies from Eufaula would load into the Chevy, pull onto Highway 9 and journey to Norman to watch Bud Wilkinson’s Sooners ring up another victory.
I know this because Dad told me. And I saw his collection of game programs, which proved he’d been at the games. He owned boxes full of game programs, all in good condition. Dad kept them stacked neatly in his rolltop desk.
He let me, an 8-year-old who didn’t know better, sort through them.
I remember Dad being preoccupied one particular October afternoon in 1966. I didn’t know it at the time, but Dad was watching OU battle Notre Dame on the old black-and-white Zenith.
I don’t know for sure, but I’m going to bet Dad was angry that day. Notre Dame won 38-0 in Norman … and Dad was not able to be there because he’d given up his season tickets.
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