We’d like to wish a fond farewell to former OKC Fox morning meteorologist Elliot Wilson.
He went down in a blaze of glory last week after dropping a pair of early morning F-bombs during a Good Morning Oklahoma weather forecast.
The whole thing started innocently enough.
Elliot kicked off his 5 a.m. forecast with a timely, current, and incredibly clunky reference to the Bon Jovi hit Livin’ on a Prayer, saying something like, “I hope Tommy’s not working on the docks this morning because it’s going to be super cold!”
The nearly 40-year-old reference to a modern-day karaoke anthem flew right over the heads of his sleepy news desk colleagues. Trying to mock their lack of awareness, Elliot went into an improv bit of exaggerated faux shock—only to accidentally mumble a couple of f-bombs.
Naturally, we acquired video of the incident via The Ogle Mole Network. Check it out below:
Yikes, he gives weathermen everywhere a… bad name.
According to my Moles, Elliot’s f-bombs got the attention of his bosses at Channel 25. They dutifully flew the matter up the Sinclair flagpole, and, unsurprisingly, the decision was made to let him go. I guess he was no longer wanted… dead or alive.
The Ogle Mole dispatches track—his bio is gone from the Fox 25 website, and his LinkedIn now reflects his former employment status.

Honestly, I feel a bit bad for Elliot. I have a foul mouth and cuss more than I should, especially when driving! Firing someone over a brain fart and a couple of unintentional profanities on live TV feels cruel and puritanical. His offense was a victimless crime—nobody was harmed by what he did!
Then again, Elliot works in professional broadcasting. Unless you’re Dean Blevins, you can’t cuss or urinate live on air and expect to get away with it. Now his entire TV news career is living on a prayer.
Anyway, we wish Elliot the best of luck in his slippery when wet endeavors.
Considering how profitable weather coverage is for local media, maybe we should create something called the TLO XtremeWatch 9000 Severe Weather Squadron, and fucking hire him to lead it!
The gig may not pay as much as TV news, but he could cuss to his heart’s content. The only thing we’d ask him to leave behind is the clunky 1980s music references. They always lead to trouble.
Stay with The Lost Ogle. We’ll keep you advised.