What a week of Sooner softball and baseball!
So great in fact…I passed on the National Cancer Survivors celebration at Sizzortail Park yesterday. Yeah, I mean, I’m so busy livin’…maybe next June I might attend if I hit the 28 month mark of my journey. Right now…I’m just focused on livin’ and to continue livin’ hard every single day to the fullest.
Win every day is my motto. Like at L Dale Mitchell Park where these gritty Sooners of Skip Johnson had to sweep a doubleheader against Duke and UConn in a seven hour span to advance to tonight’s regional final in Norman.
It’s tough working your way back from the loser’s bracket in a double elimination tournament. Very tough. I played on two state AAU baseball teams which won back to back titles when I was thirteen and fourteen and we had to fight back from the loser’s bracket on the first championship. Your pitching staff is basically running on empty, but finding a way to get it done on competitive adrenalin. It’s an awesome feeling to fight back all the way through the loser’s bracket. Very sweet.
Last night I found myself sitting behind home plate with the Piedmont baseball team. Holy shit!!!!. These kids were awesome! Truly awesome. They were like the Hansen Brothers in Slapshot. A couple of times I thought a UConn batter was going come into the stands. After the game they were shirtless on top of the OU dugout getting the crowd even more amped up for tonight.
They said they’ll be back tonight. We’ll see. Last I saw of them were shirtless running through the parking lot with Sooner fans honking their horns at them with love.
We did a group photo with them which I had texted to my son in Denver. I told him I wore my good luck Jamal Murray jersey last night along with my lucky OU Sooner baseball cap for extra positive karma. He was somewhat speechless. Kind of like when I suggested I might wear an Austin Reaves OU jersey to Game 2 in the Laker series in Denver. I think we’ve at this point kind of switched roles where he’s the father and I’m the youthful college kid.
Need to go work out and get myself totally prepared for tonight’s regional championship game in Norman.
In closing five words… THERE’S ONLY ONE OKLAHOMA, BABY!
Livin’ hard, MJ.