This is the sixth installment of the "Sooner Disrespect Chronicles." For background, please read the previous installments.
PART ONE: ‘The Sooners Have a Gift Exchange'
PART TWO: ‘The Sooners Ride an Airplane'
PART THREE: ‘The Sooners Have a Chat'
PART FOUR: ‘The Sooners Go to the Hospital'
PART FIVE: ‘The Sooners Take a Team Photo'
SCENE: The Sooners are gathering in the Red Room at the Barry Switzer Center, located south of Gaylord Family-Oklahoma Memorial Stadium.
LANDRY JONES: Hamburgers, do I love the annual football program costume party! Halloween is just my favorite time of year. Don't you think this is fun, Trent?
TRENT RATTEREE: I sure do, Landry! It's just boatloads of fun, and the punch sure is tasty!
JONES: Um...Trent? Did you forget your costume?
RATTERREE: No, dude. I'm in costume. I'm going as Taylor Hanson. You know...MMMBop?
JONES: Oh. My mistake.
RATTERREE: Well hey, look at Frank! He's probably got the costume of the night!
FRANK ALEXANDER: (Shoveling candy corn in his mouth) I WAS INSPIRED BY BREAKFAST.
JONES: You sure were, bud. Well, the lights are on. All the players are here. I guess all we're waiting on ...
/door flies open
BOB STOOPS: Woooo-eee, boys! Happy Halloween!
RATTERREE: That's a scary costume, coach.
STOOPS: What did you say? Oh. Right. Scary. Halloween. Got it.
JONES: Are you OK, coach? You seem a bit antsy.
STOOPS: (slowly removing mask, revealing tear streaks) Well...it's just...
ALEXANDER: (putting down bedpost he's been gnawing on for weeks) ARE THOSE TEARS? HAS SOMEONE BEEN DISRESPECTING YOU, COACH?!?
/Alexander begins Googling which local day cares are most vulnerable to attack, you know, just in case
STOOPS: Well, fellas...I need to tell you a little about my past.
/confused, team sits Indian-style on the floor
STOOPS: [Pulling out a projector] As you know, my brother, Mike, is the coach at Arizona.
RATTERREE: Yeah, you told us to call him Jackwagon Q. Dumbface.
STOOPS: (Straightening up) I said no such thing!
RATTERREE: (Reaching into pocket) Yeah, you did, coach. I even wrote it down.
STOOPS: (now angry) Just what in the name of Rhett Bomar are you doing here, Head and Shoulders? Because it kind of sounds like you're using things I said in the past to DISRESPECT ME!
ALEXANDER: (beet red) WHAAAA?!? DISRESPECT?!?
/picks up flaming spear left over from convenient visit from African tribe
RATTERREE: (cowering) Oh crackers! Sorry! I'll go dust your office, coach!
/Ratterree saunters out, Alexander hands him a frilly apron and duster
STOOPS: (turning back to projector) Anyways, what you may not know is that I have another brother. A twin brother. An evil twin brother.
STOOPS: (turning shamefaced) Guys, Missouri coach Gary Pinkel is my brother.
ALEXANDER: Is...is this the part where I get enraged, coach?
STOOPS: Not yet, pal.
/Alexander goes back to making sandwiches and immediately throwing them away in front of a crowd of homeless people
STOOPS: Anyway, Gary and I had a falling-out a few years ago. Something about tax evasion or something, I don't know, I wasn't listening. But before he left our house for the last time, he vowed...(pulls scroll out from nowhere)..."three disrespects on the eve of Gameday."
JONES: Coach, I'm not going to lie, this sounds kind of...
/Alexander sits up
STOOPS: The first disrespect came last week, when I found a flaming bag of dog poo on my doorstep.
ALEXANDER: RAWWWWR! FECAL DISRESPECT!
/punches grandmother, awaits second disrespect
STOOPS: The second disrespect came on Sunday, when I went off to church.
RATTEREE: (poking head out from Stoops' office) I thought you were Jewish last season.
STOOPS: Keep dusting, Tim Lincecum.
/Ratterree returns to dusting already clean office
STOOPS: I sat down at the pew, waiting for service to start, when I looked up at the stained glass window and saw this.
ALEXANDER: RAWWWWR! DISRESPECTING GOD, WHO IS CLEARLY A SOONERS FAN!
/opens soup kitchen, serves only ice cream soup, much to the dismay of homeless patrons
JONES: OK, this is getting silly.
STOOPS: (ignoring Jones) And finally...the final disrespect...came when I opened today's paper.
JONES: It's the Gulf oil spill, coach. That's months old.
STOOPS: I know that, Lando Calrissian. But look closely.
JONES: Um...what am I supposed to be looking at?
STOOPS: Chill out, Land Before Time. Look closely-er.
/DeMarco Murray gasps, tears a lung, out for season
STOOPS: That's right, men. Gary Pinkel and Blaine Gabbert caused the Gulf oil spill.
ALEXANDER: (leaping from his chair) RAWWWWWWWR! THE GREATEST ENVIRONMENTAL DISRESPECT OF ALL TIME!
/kicks Brady Deaton in the face
/signs up Mike Alden's e-mail address to receive Ann Taylor LOFT e-mails
/still isn't ejected
VOICE: (from outside) Enough!
/door swings open
GARY PINKEL: Listen, Bob, you need to knock it off.
STOOPS: But! Wha! Huh?!? How...
PINKEL: We have never disrespected the University of Oklahoma. The University of Oklahoma is a fine institution and a finer footbal program. Your continued efforts to falsify disrespectful comments from my team are only tarnishing your good name.
/misreads two-point conversion chart
PINKEL: You're a great team. I think we have a great team. Let's just have a great game on Saturday, disrespect aside.
STOOPS: You're right, Gary. I'm sorry.
JONES: (placing a hand on each coach's shoulder) See? That's respect.
/Alexander fails to comprehend, continues punting orphans
PINKEL: (turning to leave) Oh, and one more thing, Bob...
/team turns to Pinkel
PINKEL: (shooting two middle fingers) Hope you enjoyed that flaming bag of dog crap.
STOOPS: I KNEW IT!
ALEXANDER: RAWWWWWWWWR! SUCH INTENSE DISRESPECT!
/knocks over columns on Missouri campus
RATTERREE: (singing from Stoops' office) Mmm bop, ba duba dop...
JONES: (shaking head) I voluntarily attend this school.
What percentage of Sooners fans will miss the fact that this series is a joke, and will use this post itself as proof of 'DISRESPECT!'?
About 25% (21 votes)
About 50% (33 votes)
About 75% (87 votes)
None of them, because Oklahoma fans are intelligent humans (this is the answer that should win) (113 votes)
All of them. (165 votes)
419 total votes