Notre Dame Stuns Oklahoma, 30-13

This week has served as a tough lesson for Ryan. The job of a Super-Fan comes with so many highs and lows and Ryan is simply inconsolable. Here he is capturing the epitome of what all Sooner fans are feeling right now:

 

 

I know, baby. I know...

 

In previous posts I have described the Sooner Spirit as something kin to cancer and with properties of a virus, but after a series of what can only be logically explained as coincidences, I believe that simile has never been more true.

Since beginning this process there have been some very strange happenings. Most of my life I have been a Sooner fan, but never have I ever experienced the things Ryan has in just the last few weeks. Ryan has watched the OU v. TX game in TX, experienced homecoming, mingled with tailgaters and chatted with the RUF/NEKS - but it gets even more strange.

THE DAY BEFORE THE GAME, my mother and I were having lunch at McAlester's when I notice Landry Jones at the counter ordering food. Immediately my wheels were turning, thinking of how I can turn this moment into a "Ryan Is A Sooner Super-Fan" moment.

Here is the screenshot of my conversation with Ryan at the restaurant:

I settle on simply sliding Mr. Jones one of the Super-Fan flyers while on our way out the door...but then again he was there with his wife and people were yelling at him from all over the restaurant. I decided against it. Tomorrow is a big day. Let the man enjoy his lunch, I told myself. Of course, when it came time for us to leave I had a change of heart, but Landry was already gone. That's alright... I know something powerful is at work here. It gets even weirder.

Once I left McAlesiter's, I immediately went to the East Walmart to pick-up a few Halloween items. Literally, the moment I walk through the door, a woman's voice booms over the intercom, "Don't forget to stop by to take your free picture with the BCS National Championship Trophy." My light bulb went off. I had to make this happen. I ended up telling the BCS representative about Ryan, the bet and I passed off a Super-Fan flyer to him as well. He mentioned that they would be at the West Walmart around the time Ryan might be passing through on his way home from work:

 

Yeah, I lied, but sometimes you have to for the greater good. Grumpy pants was not too pleased about taking this picture or the caper to make it happen, but F* him:

 

 

How many coincidences must take place before it is considered Ryan's destiny? If none of the events leading up to game day qualify, how about this one:

 

 

Ryan willingly and independently wearing a full body of crimson while watching the game. God bless the union suit.