But I was supposed to mind our business so I manned my station. My Daddy made sure that the radio was working and on the right station before he left for the big event up the street.
Now we all know what happened next. What you haven’t heard until now, however, is how one teenage girl sat at her kitchen table playing that Notre Dame game with the Sooners. She was carrying the football, marking downs, moving the chain, and believing with all her heart that the Sooners were going to score the next time they got the ball. The Sooners always scored — but not today. As the minutes ticked by, the sobs blurred my vision, muddied the field and got the paper “chain” wet and soggy. My Daddy was back immediately after the game was over and we just hugged each other in silence. It was a very sad day.
As time passed, I went away to college and had the privilege of seeing many OU football games played all over the country. But my most memorable game, was the Notre Dame game I ‘played’ with the Sooners.
Arletta Knight Fink lives in Norman.