That’s right my lovelies, tomorrow we’ll be going for our 8th National Title.

I realize that my audience is probably not nearly as enamored by the whole idea of screaming until you’re hoarse for men in tight pants to collide into one another in hopes of “scoring,” but as this is such a big part of my married life- I have an obligatory role to post about this very subject.

It seems weird actually living in the states and being available to go to such a game. Before it was a whole big “thing” in which we’d plan a whole vacation around a holiday or a football game. This year we’re here and it’s just a hop, skip, and jump away.

Well- kind of…

It’s hard to believe that a whole year ago Will and I were in Arizona for the Fiesta Bowl.

Remember? Will got pink eye and we were forced to spend our first whole day in Phoenix at a very questionable AM-PM clinic.

Oh- and OU lost by the way.

I’m hoping Lady Luck will be with us this year. I mean- bad luck can only last so long, right?

Let’s hope so.

It’s one of those risks you take when you plan a trip like this- but you simply have to go because you never know when you’ll make it back. I mean, the last time we won a national championship I was a senior in high school (crazy!) It’s just one of those things where you take the risk and go do it and have no regrets.

Did I tell you guys that Ross and Rachel are going with us? I’m very excited. I mean- not only are we going to the Big Dance, but we’re doing with friends.

A getaway with friends!

I mean- we all know what implications that means when a couple goes away on a trip together, so I have to believe the same holds true for friends (um- minus the drooly makeout sessions of course). I think it means our friendship has gone from “hanging out once a month or so” to “I think these could be our new couple BFFs, Will.” Ha ha

Anyway- I know by now not to be all-

“BOOMER SOOMER! We’re going to KILL THE GATORS!”-

and all that crap- because I have all too often felt the sting of defeat in these big games.

Instead, I will simply wish the Sooners good luck in hopes that this year will be our year. A little Sooner Magic wouldn’t hurt either.

Heading to Miami…

Talk to you guys soon!