I know this a-hole. Well, maybe not this particular one, but another cut from the same gutless cloth.
My former roommate in the fraternity and outside the fraternity (that never went to class and eventually his ollman father shut off the tap) was still techically a 1st semester freshman when he left OSU three years later to go back home to work in his father's business.
Long story short, the business failed in the oil crash, sending the high school degreed guy to work in the Oklahoma prison system as a guard.
Over the years, he turned into an ou fan, which was shocking in a sense, but then I suppose he was looking for some sort of "change in his fortures" type of thing. Or OSU football was too frustrating to emotionally invest in.
He turned into an enormous redneck jerk from decades of working around hardened felons and ou fans (redundant? No sure.).
So I wanted to place a small, friendly wager on the game with the request that all communication about the game take place BEFORE kickoff and after Sunday (as so to keep the Lord's Day as holy as possible).
Well, he didn't want to give the point spread and so no bet. PLUS, about midway through the 1st quarter he texted me several times to gloat in a way (like Typical Gooner) that seems so "I'm shocked this happened!".
Simply put: No class gooners have their Christmas early in another installment of -- "How else can 2020 be more f'd up?!".
I loathe this type of gooner fan.