As we approach this weekend’s Bedlam game, I wanted to take a look at what Bedlam means to me…an Oklahoma State fan.

My first Bedlam game was in 1992, at Lewis Field, in Stillwater. It was the eve of my tenth birthday, and little did I know I was embarking on my ongoing love affair with the Cowboys. My dad and I went to every game that year, our first of having season tickets.

The game ended in a 15–15 tie, with OU hitting a game-tying field goal at the end of regulation. Although I was heart-broken, it was the Cowboys first non-loss to OU since 1976. From that day forward, I would be a Cowboy.


Bedlam means a lot to me because it is easily the game I love to win the most and hate to lose the most. I’m sure a lot of people feel that way.

But for most Cowboy fans, feeling the hatred of losing has been very common.

I saw the tie in ’92, the deflected pass in the endzone in 2000. I watched Luke Phillips miss the kick in ’04 and don’t even get me started on 2006, 2010, 2012 and 2013.

Heartbreak.

But there is hope.

My all-time favorite Bedlam was in 1995. I traveled to Norman for the first time and witnessed history. 12–0. A shutout. I remember ’97, ’98 and who could forget Fields to Woods in 2001? Rashaun was still open in 2002 and we finally won a title in 2011. Yes, there is hope (even in 2014 when there appeared to be no hope).


This year, Bedlam will have conference champion implications for the sixth time in the last nine years. That’s big-time football. And although the Cowboys have only emerged victorious in one of those games, I have hope that Saturday can be two.