Sam Schmidt

Taylor Swift can’t even beat one TicketMaster, Ceedee Lamb beat five defenders.

Gameday tomorrow. @HeineckeOwen @GeorgeStoia @NCAA

@Eddie_Rado You took the words out of my mouth

This is the kind of Oklahoma basketball that’d have you smoking cigarettes inside Louie’s Too in March. This is what you sign up for.

Sam Bradford just arrived at OU Pro Day. He did not have a credential, but the security guard said, “He has a statue, I think he’s good.”

@RonnyCrimson69 They got the zoom toggle going back and forth so fast in hopes I have a seizure.

How is this view not possible while the actual game is being played?

@pedri69420 “Lungs” is one of my all time favorites

Listened to two albums front to back today

@KREFsports Damn right.

The best linebacker in college football for 2026 will be wearing No. 10 for Oklahoma.

In the darkest hour of my life, when everything felt stripped of color and consequence, the Grateful Dead found me. I didn’t go looking for them. I wasn’t searching for enlightenment or salvation. I was just trying to get through the days without feeling the weight of everything pressing down on my chest. Life had narrowed into something small and joyless, a routine of endurance rather than living. And then, almost by accident, I heard them, not as background music, but as an invitation. The Grateful Dead didn’t offer easy answers or tidy resolutions. What they offered was permission. Permission to feel everything at once, grief and gratitude, longing and laughter, confusion and wonder. Their music wandered the way I felt inside, unpolished, exploratory, unafraid of getting lost. In those long, meandering jams, I realized that being lost wasn’t a failure. Sometimes it was the point. There was something deeply human in the way they played. Notes bent and frayed, songs dissolved and reassembled themselves, mistakes became moments of grace. It reminded me that life didn’t need to be perfect to be meaningful. It just needed to be honest. When Jerry sang about broken dreams and strange highways, it felt less like a performance and more like someone sitting beside me, saying, I’ve been here too. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the world began to open back up. Their songs taught me to listen again, to sunsets, to strangers, to the quiet hope hiding inside even the hardest days. Beauty, I learned, isn’t always loud or triumphant. Sometimes it’s subtle, fleeting, and fragile, like a melody that only exists once and is never played the same way again. The Grateful Dead showed me that life is less about control and more about surrendering to the flow. You don’t dominate the current. You ride it. You trust that even when the path bends unexpectedly, it’s still taking you somewhere worth going. That realization didn’t fix everything, but it gave me something better, perspective. In my darkest hour, they didn’t pull me out of the darkness. They taught me how to see in it. They showed me that joy can coexist with pain, that meaning can be found in the mess, and that there is profound beauty in simply being here, still listening, still moving forward. Once in a while, you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right. Thank you for everything, Bob.

🤝

John Mateer says Kip Lewis called him out before the fourth quarter and told Mateer he had to will the #Sooners to victory. “He hit me in chest and said, ‘you gotta do it.’ When Kip says something, you listen.”

@GeorgeStoia What an arrival

I have been able to confirm that Dr. Steven Shin will be at Oklahoma’s game today.

@marlon_humphrey 🤪

Oklahoma lowkey should’ve just stayed in the Big 12 SEC isn’t for everyone …. roll tide!!!

Let’s work 🔟. Go Be great!

@soonersonly Lil bro surpassed his total yards today on two plays!

@Eddie_Rado Boots on the ground as well, just behind the new one you were sent.

Just got sent this from a SoonerScoop correspondent at the first day of the State Fair of Texas. This is bigger than sports.

Thank God for a successful procedure. Dr. Shin is the GOAT. BOOMER SOONER!!