Swimming in a Sea of Orange

On Saturday, Bobo and I got to use my parent's tickets and attend the Oklahoma State football game. Just me and him.

We first went to the Student Union and walked around. Then we met some family friends at their tailgate.

After that we met up with Kara where she was selling programs.

Finally, we walked all the way around the new stadium.

He's a natural. At smiling!

The new stadium is beautiful. And big.

On our way to our seats we stopped by the concession stand. He wanted the turkey leg.

Me and Bobo. I was seriously planning to photo shop my zit off, but decided not to for two reasons.

1. I have too many other things to be doing.

2. I often talk about being transparent on this here blog. It doesn't get much more transparent than leaving my HUGE zit on these pictures.

The team running onto the field! It's about to start!

The band. I'm sure this is the same at all college football games, but I didn't grow up going to all college football games. I grew up going to Oklahoma State college football games. Anyhoo, the band plays the same songs after every touchdown or field goal. And, of course, there is audience participation parts in those songs. Bobo was starting to get it down by the end of the game.

I don't know what this club is called, but Kara was telling me that you actually have to apply to be a part of it. They sit on the first row and pound the wall with some sort of orange stick. They're quite loud.

The cheerleaders. They are still doing some of the same dances they did when I was growing up. I used to watch the cheerleaders instead of the game and I almost had some of those dances down.

There were 56,911 people there. It's a school record. Also, notice how we are level with the tops of the trees. That's high people.

Kara joined us when she was done. And she brought cotton candy!

He would eat on the turkey leg for a while, then set it down for a while, then eat for a while, then set it down for a while, etc. He left no meat on the bone.

Sisters.

It was getting close to the end of the game and the stadium was starting to clear out.

So we decided to take a few more pictures of ourselves.

Trying to get the perfect shot.

Giving up on the perfect shot.

Getting silly.

Cracking ourselves up.

There you go. That's better.

Our seats were right next to this. Oh, and btw, that's Bobo's 'Pistol Pete gun'. We told him later that you actually just use one finger and your thumb.

Remember: he's thinking Pistol Pete, not gangsta.

Ummm, maybe I was wrong.

Seriously, when I asked him about it, he said he was doing Pistol Pete. My son's understanding of Pistol Pete is rather limited. I'll get to work on that.

Me and Bobo at the "best birthday of all my time!"

Bridget