Yeah, I recall being pissed when that happened. I can't remember that one yayhoo's name (not an ex-player) who did it all the time in football.
Wait, I remember. Brent Musburger.
Wait, I remember. Brent Musburger.
[sarcasm] I can't believe you guys aren't completely OUTRAGED by this nonsense of being called "okies". How dare they call us that. [sarcasm/end]
I have no issues with the name okie. I'm poudly born in this state, and a proud okie dang it! I've been called much worse than okie in my life.
I have no issues with the name okie. I'm poudly born in this state, and a proud okie dang it! I've been called much worse than okie in my life.
Bingo. But there was another younger guy that was on for a short period. Ex player who hated OU. Was only on a season or two and gone.
Sign probably somewhere on S. Walker in OKC...
I'll give a bit different perspective than most here. I'm nearly 71 years old and was raised in Cimarron County in the Oklahoma Panhandle in a small town, which at its biggest only boasted 627 people. But, those people were of the age of those that were the pioneers and homesteaders, WWII veterans, and survivors of the Depression as well as the Dust Bowl, which had its epicenter in Cimarron County.
I had family members and friends who both moved to other locales for work and who stayed behind in Cimarron County. Those people demonstrated a courage that I can never match, in that they had the courage to either pack up their whole family in one car and with what belongings they could carry and moved elsewhere, with no guarantees of work. Those that stayed behind did so with the courage to stick it out with no guarantees or local work or even the capability of harvesting any crops.
Our town blacksmith was a WWII veteran with an artificial leg. Once, when we were in his shop to have a part welded, he noticed me staring at the ankle of his leg. He stopped what he was doing and took the time to explain to me at a young age about how horrible war is, but also why it is sometimes necessary.
So, like Old Phart stated, I will bear the name Okie with great pride and honor.
I had family members and friends who both moved to other locales for work and who stayed behind in Cimarron County. Those people demonstrated a courage that I can never match, in that they had the courage to either pack up their whole family in one car and with what belongings they could carry and moved elsewhere, with no guarantees of work. Those that stayed behind did so with the courage to stick it out with no guarantees or local work or even the capability of harvesting any crops.
Our town blacksmith was a WWII veteran with an artificial leg. Once, when we were in his shop to have a part welded, he noticed me staring at the ankle of his leg. He stopped what he was doing and took the time to explain to me at a young age about how horrible war is, but also why it is sometimes necessary.
So, like Old Phart stated, I will bear the name Okie with great pride and honor.
As will I. I chose to live here, my land is here and my family is all here. My son goes to OSU and Daughter to OBU, I am damn proud to be an OKIE.
So many today have no clue as to how the term began. There was a time the term was used to describe the poor dirt trash that seemed to keep coming down the road. It made a mockery of those from Oklahoma, and yes, the term was very offensive to those Oklahomans who were forced to do what they had to do at the time.
Today, the term is still there, but often overlooked as to its past.
Today, the term is still there, but often overlooked as to its past.
If you have so little confidence and pride in who and what you are that being called a name offends you, grow a new skin. The one you are wearing is too thin.
Woody
Woody
