The Big House on the Prairie.

[Caesar]

Hasn’t played football for a year but got a catch phrase. These boys don’t want to play ball, coach. They just want to be TikTak stars

[Soapy]

Okay we here

EDIT: Just watched the video, I'm leaving that pass coverage up to rust

Need to gain some confidence in press man but felt we held up pretty well

Book 'Em!

ngl - this is legit

Hasn’t played football for a year but got a catch phrase. These boys don’t want to play ball, coach. They just want to be TikTak stars

BOOK EM, DANO!

[Soapy]

MURRST (FCS) | 7 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 7
OKST (2-0, 0-0) | 14 | 14 | 3 | 3 | 34

MURRST QB Davon Wingate-Wilson (Sr): 9-17, 44 Yds
MURRST HB Blue Redmond (Soph): 23 Car, 101 Yds, TD, 2 Fumbles
MURRST S Jayvon Perriman (Jr): 3 Tkl, INT
OKST QB Zane Flores (Jr): 20-42, 196 Yds, 2 TD, INT, 6 Car, 120 Yds, 2 TD
OKST WR Kobi Foreman (Fr): 5 Rec, 51 Yds
OKST CB Booker Gurley III (Fr): 9 Tkl, 2 FF, FR, PBU (94.8 PFF grade -- 72 snaps, 1 catch allowed, 2 penalties, missed tackle)

Book 'Em!
WR Micah Tease: 3 Rec, 44 Yds (Probation)
WR Donavyn Chandler: 0 Rec (Death Penalty)

Season Stats 17 Tkl, 3 FF, 2 FR
Remaining Schedule at Arizona State, vs. Kansas, at Iowa, at Louisiana Tech, vs. #20 Texas Tech, at Houston, at Kansas State, at West Virginia, vs. UCF, vs. Colorado

[Caesar]

Locked down an FCS bum and acting like he him

[Captain Canada]

Mr. Hit Stick

[Soapy]

Locked down an FCS bum and acting like he him

Mr. Hit Stick

we blitzing shit

[Soapy]

OKST (2-1, 0-1) | 0 | 7 | 3 | 3 | 6 | 19
ASU (2-2, 2-0) | 7 | 0 | 0 | 6 | 9 | 22

OKST QB Zane Flores (Jr): 28-44, 290 Yds, TD, INT, sacked twice
OKST WR Shamar Rigby (Jr): 8 Rec, 99 Yds
OKST CB Booker Gurley III (Fr): 4 Tkl, TFL, INT, PBU (76 PFF grade -- 67 snaps, 3 catches allowed, 2 missed tackles)
ASU QB Sam Leavitt (R-Jr): 26-36, 277 Yds, TD, 3 INT
ASU WR Jalen Moss (R-Sr): 7 Rec, 120 Yds
ASU TE Khamari Anderson (Sr): 4 Rec, 41 Yds, TD

Book 'Em!
WR Micah Tease: 3 Rec, 44 Yds (Probation)
WR Donavyn Chandler: 0 Rec (Death Penalty)
WR Jaren Hamilton: 2 Rec, 18 Yds (25 to Life)

Season Stats 21 Tkl, INT, 3 FF, 2 FR, PBU
Remaining Schedule vs. Kansas, at Iowa, at Louisiana Tech, vs. #20 Texas Tech, at Houston, at Kansas State, at West Virginia, vs. UCF, vs. Colorado

[Captain Canada]

Guy just creating turnovers. The loss is unfortunate, but we might be All-Conference by the end of the year

[Soapy]

The Big House on the Prairie
Chapter Seven :: Nomad, Part Two

I couldn’t have asked for a better start to my college football career, especially after a year away from the sport. We played our first game on the road against the University of Tulsa, a lower-tier program that allowed me to get my feet wet. The first few snaps were nerve-wracking, even with my success at practice, especially when playing man coverage with no help.

I used to love playing press coverage at the high school level, getting my hands on the opposing receiver and taking him out of the play. It was unfair at times—completely dominating receivers that were at a physical disadvantage—and it played well on social media. I didn’t quite have the confidence that I would win those battles, so I played a lot of off coverage in those first few games, allowing a couple of catches in front of me but nothing that would hurt the team or draw too much attention.

My confidence, my knack for making plays, and eventually a greed for it would quickly build, though. I forced a fumble in the first game, scooping it up for a few yards before being tackled. I felt alive—truly alive—for the first time in a while. I instinctively looked to the stands, searching for faces that would not appear.

Even when we played Murray State, another lower-tier program, the next week at home, there was no one in the stands for me. Now, this isn’t a plea for sympathy or playing on heartstrings. Since I arrived in Stillwater, I had effectively shut out my family and previous supporting cast. I went weeks without responding to my father’s text messages or voicemails, often just giving a "thumbs up" reaction to his messages asking how I was doing. My grandfather called a few times and then stopped, same with my mother’s side of the family.

Keiyana didn’t reach out. From her social media page, which I tried to limit visiting to just once a week, I could tell she was starting to be herself again—posting more often, hanging out with friends. It seemed that she had enrolled at Prairie View A&M, which surprised me since she often said that going to A&M would be just like going to high school again. I knew she wanted to travel—at least she used to. Going to the school down the street with professors she’d known all her life, around town with students she’d gone to school with for the past decade? That didn’t sound like Keiyana, but I was beginning to accept that the Keiyana I knew, the Keiyana I loved, died in that cell that day.

By halftime of our third game of the season, against in-conference Arizona State, I had caused three turnovers on the season already, getting my first interception against the Sun Devils in what was turning out to be a competitive game. I was itching, fiending for a fourth, feeling like I was already one of our best players, and in a game such as this one, I felt I had to make a play.

I ignored the first few warnings of such an aggressive mindset, giving up an easy out route before the end of the half. The lessons would soon become clearer. Late in the third quarter, with us leading by a field goal, I kept my eyes on the quarterback, losing sight of my assignment as the running back had been split out wide and ran a go route. I kept looking inside, expecting the quarterback to throw to one of the crossing routes coming toward me, and I had every intention of beating him to the punch and undercutting the pass to intercept it.

Instead, the ball sailed over my head.

“Fuck!”

I turned around in time to give chase and make the tackle. We eventually held them to a field goal, but the damage was done—it was a tie game. The only problem was that this had the opposite effect, as I instead felt like I needed to make a play to make up for it. In the third period of overtime, with Arizona State needing a touchdown to beat us, I went for a big hit on a receiver coming across the field in an attempt to jar the ball loose. I had forced two fumbles in the first two games, but I completely whiffed on the tackle, allowing them to get the ball to the one-yard line.

Two plays later, as I saw the quarterback heading toward the end zone, I once again came in at full speed, wanting to separate him from the football, but he ran through my tackle and into the end zone for the walk-off touchdown.

[Caesar]

Ran toward the QB like you were about to do something, instead...



"Look at Davis..."