OU lost in a shootout, ND lost to North Carolina, and Cowboys lost in an exciting, bizarre game to the unpredictable Cards.
To me, a Sooner and Cowboy fan to the end, and a ND follower b/c of Kieron and my dad, this meant a weekend full of heartbreak.
But Kieron was a different fan of football. One would never know he actually had an allegiance to a particular team. Not that it was below him to follow and be a fan of the sport, but he looked at it differently. He was a hs quaterback and knew x's and o's, but he cared less about the outcome of a game as he did about the excitement, rivalry, and spirit of a particular contest. He would pay as much attention to the expressions of a diehard fan (ME or some stranger sitting 10 rows below us), and/or the specifics of a beautifully executed play as he would the score. Relative to football, his own, unique way of expressing himself is what made Kieron Kieron.
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Boy, do I remember those football weekends; Kieron had every portable tv going in the den and the hooting and moaning were so loud that I tried to be elsewhere.
I have to admit that those were the days they had a bookie and betting was wild.
One of those long-ago Saturdays when Suzannie was young she answered the phone and said "Daddy" its your bookie. Not something a little girl should know. There was one huge family gasp and of course, laughter.
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