I'd like to say: "Due to popular demand I've decided to continue my blog." But then again what aspiring sportscaster in a now "top 60" market wouldn't?
However, with the understanding getting this off the ground will be a constant work in progress, and the fact I am obligated to do so...I'll continue with another installment anyway.
Bravo Bevo, Bravo.
At this point, having a 9-5, Mon-Fri job isn't something I believe I'll ever be associated with, and that's ok. For some reason marathon work days, at about the 20th hour or so, start to not feel like work anymore. The 'all work and no play" adage doesn't ring true in broadcasting, because sometimes it's just too much of a good time.
For me, more impressive than OU's three defensive touchdown performance, was the ability of the Texas personel to keep the Longhorn Steer calm. (affectionately referred to as Bevo)
The atmosphere of OU-Texas, if you haven't experienced it, is as genuine a sports spectacle as you'll ever find. You have the perfect line at the 50 yard line between Sooner and Longhorn fans, the perfect procession between the two school's bands before the game, all added to a storied history.
And the noise, good golly miss Molly. The noise.
My eardrums were nearly paralyzed from three and a half quarters of 90,000 fans constantly screaming.
The fact that steer didn't go postal, should be a small victory for it's handlers and many UT fans who enjoyed a football game and not an impromptu "Running of the Bulls".
I did some research and learned that the current steer mascot is Bevo the 14th. Apparently we've come a long way since Bevo the 1st in 1916. Both in time and overall obedience.
It's well documented that Bevo 1 was enough of a problem that he had to be dragged onto the field with strong steel cables.
Bevo IV had even more of a 'tude, jumping over an 8-foot fence without a running start and ramming into a parked car before a football game.
Bevo VI, took a more hands on approach, known best for using his horns to try and tip over the opposing players' bench...during the game!
This blog's for the lovable bovine Bevo, who despite his confused looks on the Texas sideline, shows me we don't take too many shortcuts in middle America when it comes to school pride.