A couple of weeks ago, I hurt my wrist. I didn’t think much about it, even though I have little right hand strength and it hurts from time to time, because I thought it would pretty much heal up by itself. Finally, Friday I gave up and went to Walgreen’s and bought a wrist brace. Can’t type with it and can’t go long without it. Blogging suffers. Most of you Sooner Nation folks are out of town anyway, so who gives a darn.

Sharon Astrin Alert!!!

Talked to Sharon this week and she told me that if I wrote about her in this blog she would come after me with a knife. If I’m found dead with a knife in my back, she’s the main suspect.

So, here’s the Sharon stuff for my blog:

First, she’s brilliant. Second, she’s witty and very funny; a pun for all occasions. Third, she’s sexy as all get out and a little more to boot. Not least, she’s dead bang good looking with a keen eye for her wardrobe to enhance what’s already terrific.

Sharon and I dated for a time in 2004. Since then, she’s been with one partner all my friends describe as being just the best guy ever and a very good sculptor. Sharon and I can’t get along and I take the blame. I don’t exactly know the problem, but my buttons get pushed hard by her in some way and I just go over the damn top. How I wish that were not so. I would so much like to be her friend in the way of going to have a meal together and exchange small gifts and really be close. I just don’t seem to be able to do that. I have to limit my contact with her and I’m not happy in the least about that, but that’s just the way it is. Sharon thinks we were closely connected in a past life. I think past lives is poppycock, but she’s right in that I think that there’s something that connects us that isn’t quite within the realm of western rationalism. Even when I’ve hated her guts fiercely, I’ve always known that my life will never be complete without her in it in some fashion.

One last thing: Sharon has three of the most outstanding young women as daughters. I am completely besotted by each one of them. Her oldest, A, is at OSU and is a wonderful artist, designer and hilarous companion. Her middle child, CoCo, is tall and brunette and the absolute epitome of what any parent would want in a child — working, going to school, FUNNY beyond belief and as iconoclastic as is allowed by law. Her youngest, Budja (don’t ask), is all everything in her senior year in high school, the most gorgeous young woman you would ever want to meet, and the very model of a baby sister. When a single mom can raise three daughters to be such great grownups, it’s a testament to the mother that she didn’t kill them or herself to get there. Kudos to one of my favorite women in the world.

Sharpen up that Hinkle carving knife, Sharon. Bring it. It’ll be good to see you, even if you have murder in your eyes. It won’t be the first time you’ve wanted to kill me, although you must have mellowed. Before this, you would have tortured me at length before letting me die.

OU/TX

A fine, fall day for football.

Dallas is a great town to visit.

OU has little chance of a sixth consecutive win. The Sooners’ only real hope is to ring Vince Young’s bell early and often and hope for some turnover luck.

I’ll watch on TV with a few other folks who are, like me, only vaguely interested. There won’t be much yelling a screaming and no “Shut Up! I’m trying to watch the game!” admonitions. We’ll have a little knosh and some conversation and all will be well with the world, regardless of the outcome of the game.

Tonight, I’ll go to a wedding and celebration. Sandy, best wishes even though you are breaking the hearts of every sentient bachelor in Oklahoma City and beyond.

Th-Th-Th-That’s All Folks! The wrist hurts and I’m OUT