Sometime later, a guy came by and handed out Roker Faces. I ended up wearing mine like a turtle shell when I needed to put my hands in my pockets (or take a selfie).
We sat for what seemed like forever and watched the band in the stands...
... and then on the field forming the outline of the CONUS.
My friend (also sporting a Roker Face) tried to warn us one time when the RUF/NEKS were getting ready to shoot their guns again by saying "More guns!" and Emi and I thought she was saying "Morgans!" and didn't take the protective earplugging stance. #doy #cmonmorgans!
Finally Al came out to greet us, and we were told to wave the Roker Faces when he did. I thought that was a weird thing to do. I mean, can you imagine coming out to greet your fans and seeing 10x life size masks of your face vibrating through the crowd? Well, I can and that stuff would keep me awake at night! Later I heard that Al was not in on this little feature of Rokerthon.
After Al greeted us, he was whisked off to make a grand entrance into the stadium, RUF/NEK style.
|Poor Al! He's too trusting!|
I snapped 2 of myself from different angles.
Scott spotted us on the news footage. Emi was plugging her ears waiting for the post-record blast! I was to the right of her, wearing that poncho like my life depended on it (because it did!).
We left as soon as we were allowed to come home to thaw out and watch the fun from the warmth of inside!
There were moments that I wanted to just get outta there because it was so cold and windy, and after we got the ponchos, the birds showed up! Thank God for those ponchos! I am glad that we stayed and were a part of this historical (hysterical too) event. Boomer Sooner!