I’d seen the videos and the photos, I’d heard the stories, but I had never seen my brother play football in a Westmoore High School jersey. He’s still friends with all his old football buddies, having moved back to Oklahoma City after college. It was a motley assortment of players going back to the class of 1999.
(It bears mentioning that my class, the class of 1998, was not represented; probably because a) we were awful, and b) Westmoore’s official line is that we, the class of 1998, never existed, and no one can prove that we did.
I really am super proud of him. And though we may have lost the game, I say that we *actually* won, because we didn’t have a group of painted-up, shirtless weirdos flashing their man boobs at all of Yukon High stadium throughout the game. 13-6? More like 13-AWESOME, amirite?
24 May 2010
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