I'm taking my queue from Charlie and simplifying my game plan. I'm going to order steak n eggs from my favorite 'DD' bartender right about kick off time.
Then I'm gonna woof that food down with a spicey Bloody Mary and subsequently procure a cold 16 oz Stone IPA.
At this point it'll be half way through the first quarter and Texas will be down 24-6 via a blocked extra point. Our secondary will have given up 3 TD's to Mayfield's backup as Baker will have bruised his pussy in pre-game warm ups and is not playing.
So I will have no other choice but to reach into my pocket and produce a small square bit of paper . . . my bartender babe will nod her approval. At which point I will place that bit of paper upon my tongue.
Suddenly and magically I will be transported through the space time continuum to the year 2005. Whereupon I will watch VY running wild against anyone and everyone. All my troubles will be gone and the clouds will sing to me in beautiful colors.
See how simple that is?
OU SUCKS!