I was back in Oklahoma for a grand total of a day on Friday of last week. I flew in to watch my little sister graduate from college. After the ceremony we all filed out onto the Raley lawn at Oklahoma Baptist University and began the age old tradition of taking entirely too many pictures.
Everyone standing around, relaxing our faces in between the smiles, the sun on us, people in not-so-breathable black robes hugging each other, talking about how they’ll still talk to each other a lot. During a brief bit of downtime my Dad walks up to me holding his phone up. It’s a Bleacher Report update. He’s made the Thunder one of his favorite teams on the app so any time any news on them hits the site he’ll get an alert to his phone. He shows me the devestation.
Serge Ibaka ruled out for rest of post-season with level 2 calf strain.
“What?” I ask, looking like someone is asking me to clean their toilet while they’re using it.
“That’s not good,” he says. Keep Reading…