Why I Wear Orange

The color is a symbol, something that brings all of us togther.

Orange is that day you moved into the dorms as a freshman- with the lines for the elevator and overall electricity about the campus.

It's meeting those friends that would stick with you for life.

It's remembering those dorm buildings, even though they may not be there anymore.

It's wearing orange the Friday before that first game- and every Friday after that.

It's Barry Sanders, John Smith, Garth Brooks, Mike Gundy, Eddie Sutton, Desmond Mason. It's you and me.

Orange is putting your arm around the shoulder of the stranger next to you to sing the Alma Mater.

It's watching the most beautiful black horse race down the football field.

It's making the switch to saying "Power" istead of "Orange".

It's remembering Lewis Field, and admiring Boone Pickens Stadium.

Orange is a few years in the NIT, and finally making it back to the Dance.

It's beating the Number three team in the nation - on the road - on the same day OU lost to Texas.

It's being proud of your coach for standing up for his player- even when you the rest of the country frowned upon it.

Orange is being a Man, because your 40.

It's knowing that it's left hand up to make an "S".

Orange is when it's good for a cowboy first down and Ten.

Orange is Pistols Firing- Touchdown Oklahoma State.

Orange is being at the parking lot as soon as thye drop the chains, so the tailgating can start.

It's "O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A Oklahoma State" no matter where you are when the state song is played.

Orange is welcoming fans from other teams with a good-natured ribbing but always being good-natured in victory and in defeat.

Orange is being proud of our heritage but never rubbing it in.

Orange is a tragic night in Colorado and remembering those that were lost.

It's the big smile on your face when you walk past the orange fountain.

It's going back to the place you worked in college-and remembering it as the best job you ever had even though it paid the least.

Orange is never, ever forgetting the words to Friends in Low Places.

It's cheese fries (with bacon) and a Fowl Thang.

It's a cabinet full of Joe's cups.

It's knowing that you are different because your blood matches your orange t-shirt.

Orange is knowing that it's time to go home when you hear "New York, New York", "Closing Time", or "Shoulda Been a Cowboy".

Orange is the one you tried to let down easy. And the one you'll never forget.

Orange is wanting to get out of Stillwater for four years - and spending the rest of your life wanting to go back.

Orange is knowing deep down inside, that no matter what happens OU will always suck.

Proud and Immortal, Bright shines your name. Oklahoma State, We herald your fame. Ever you'll find us, Loyal and True. To our Alma Mater O-S-U!!!!!

GO POKES!!!!!!!!!!

Homesick for Stillwater

For some unkown reason, I have recently become very homesick for Stillwater. Little things like hearing a story about college or people talking about college football or even a song on the radio makes me miss it even more. I have even reached the point of almost crying. I don't know what has caused this homesickness, but it needs to end soon.
I think that part of it is due to the fact that I am not ready to fully give up the idea that I have joined the real world and have to work 40 hours plus a week and have responsibilities and the likes. Another thing that makes me miss my college days is the fact that my close friends are now all over the place. While we are all within 5 or 6 hours of each other for the most part, we have to plan out when we are all getting together. I love having twitter and facebook and while I have an addiction problem to both, it is not helping the fact either. This week I have read numerous posts about all my little Zetas getting ready to go back to school for rush and getting to see each other agian. Oh what I would give to be in their place right now.
I know that at some point you have to grow up and move on from your college days and the best four years of your life, but it is harder than I would like for it to be. All I need is a weekend with everyone in the good old town of Stillwater, Oklahoma and I will feel better. Next weekend I have the chance to go and see the Zeta's for mock rush, and while I am dying to see everyone, not everyone will be there, thus it will be difficult to fully cure my homesickness, plus since it is during the weeks of rush, not everyone will be able to come out and the bars won't be the same. I know the old characters like Stripper Steve will be there but unless you are there after school starts it's not the same.
For all my little ones still in school, don't take anything for granted. Live in the moment and live up your years. Don't worry about every little thing about class and your studies, because when you look back at your college experience the things that are going to make you smile, laugh and even cry will be your friends and all the times you shared.