Last Wednesday, I took my buddy Craig to the Thunder-Cavs game at the Paycom Center for his birthday.
I was able to score a 90% discount on some floor seats about an hour or before tipoff, so at halftime, we ventured down into one of the courtside club lounges located deep within the bowels of the arena to ritz it up with the Oklahoma City gentry and ruling class.
As we were grabbing our final beers and about to return to our seats, I spotted a guy who looked like OU wide receiver Drake Stoops hanging around with some very attractive women.
“That dude looks like Drake Stoops!” I said.
Craig nodded in cautious agreement and then grabbed his phone to Google a photo of Drake Stoops. As he did, I told him the quick story about how I pissed off OU fan boys and the local media earlier this football season with an off-the-cuff take about the diminutive coach's son and fan-favorite.
It happened during the OU – Texas game on October 7th. I was at home watching the game by myself, nursing a massive hangover from a happy hour turned happy night the day before.