January 1, 2007,
I was outside the stadium after the Fiesta Bowl, sitting in the little cart which was to take me back to the disabled parking area. Boise State and Oklahoma fans were milling about, exchanging pleasantries and commenting about the amazing game we had just seen.
BOISE STATE FANS:
“Hey, guys! That was a great game! Congratulations!”
“You guys (Oklahoma fans) are some of the coolest people we’ve ever seen.”
“I hope we can all get together and do this again, sometime.”
“You guys were awesome! You’re team is great! We understand what just happened, and we respect Oklahoma’s team and fans!”
OKLAHOMA FANS:
“I don’t really feel that bad that we lost. That was such an amazing game! You guys (The Boise State team) played so well, and your fans are the greatest!”
“I feel like we (the fans of both teams) just shared something truly memorable.”
“If we gotta lose, I’d always want it to be to people like you. You guys are class all the way.”
“When we (the fans of both teams) are old, we’ll be telling our grandchildren about this! Millions of people will claim they were here. I’m keeping my ticket stub to prove it!”
At this point in the love-fest, one drunk guy in a Boise State T-shirt walked up to me, looked at my “Oklahoma Sooners” jacket, screamed “FUCK YOU!” into my face, and staggered away.
ME: Well, that was polite!
BOISE STATE FANS NEAR ME:
“Oh, God! I am so embarrassed!”
“I hope you don’t think he’s typical!”
ME: I don’t.
OLD LADY IN “SOONERS” TENNIS SHOES NEXT TO ME: Every human body has one asshole.
BOISE STATE FAN: I guess he’s ours.
DRUNK GUY, ABOUT THIRTY FEET AWAY: Shit!
We looked in the direction of the yelling, to see that he had tripped over a curb and fallen on a large cactus.
BOISE STATE FAN: That was poetic, man! Beautiful!
Everybody except “Cactus Man” had a good laugh.