We grieve with casseroles and pies,
celebrate with parted thighs,
live between with Sooner pride and Cowboy up.
Saturday - might drink a few.
Sunday comes; we're in the pews.
From your outside point of view, you call us dumb.
But when Jesus comes back again,
he'll grin and call it heaven.
For Kerry's Eye of the Beholder prompt at Real Toads