Gundy was a great high school quarterback at Midwest City. He was much sought after but decided to go with Pat Jones at O-State. As it turns out one of my friends who was best man at my wedding was a Midwest City guy who played sports in Gundy’s circle. Another one of my friends covered Gundy at O State when he became head coach.
Small world. Go figure.
Let me be clear. This story isn’t a diss of Gundy. Not at all.
Look into the eyes of that kid in the photo above. That little baby-faced motherfucker toppled the King of Oil who leveraged companies with Carl Icahn.
Aubrey McClendon didn’t survive Carl Icahn. Mike Gundy not only survived T Boone…he beat him.
That is what this story is about.
This is the story of that cute kid above who in his pre-mullet days never gave a clue he’d turn into The Mullet King.
What would the adult version of an ice-cream truck sell and what song would it play?
Maybe like margarita snow cones or brandy flavored fudge ice cream cones with music from Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds. Something by the Beatles. What a provocative question.