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BOOMINGEST SOONER OF 'EM ALL
Ray Kennedy
August 09, 1976
Barry Switzer, who was raised under a tar-paper roof in a swamp bottom, says he just likes to coach country boys out to have a yahooing good time playing Oklahoma football
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August 09, 1976

Boomingest Sooner Of 'em All

Barry Switzer, who was raised under a tar-paper roof in a swamp bottom, says he just likes to coach country boys out to have a yahooing good time playing Oklahoma football

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Spencer nodded and Switzer went on, "All you guys think about are those hot Saturday nights and you forget about those cold Monday mornings. Right?"

Spencer smiled. Switzer smiled, got up, shook his hand and said, "Congratulations."

After Spencer left, Switzer remarked, "He'll be a senior. He's got good smarts and he'll do just fine. But some of these young guys get married and later on down the line their wife's out working and they're hanging around the Union with all the pretty girls. It don't work. I've postponed a few of 'em from getting married."

Stretching back in his chair, Switzer said, "You know, I'd like to think that we help every one of the young men who come with us to build a foundation for the next 50 years of his life. Lots of guys say the reason they're going to college is to play football. But I tell 'em the silly game of football isn't that important. Really, when you're going to live 70 years, how important is football? What's important is to learn how to be a better person, to gain confidence and believe in being successful."

Later, while driving the visitor back to his motel, Switzer was asked if it was true that he had a temper. Twisting his face into an angry scowl, he hit the brakes, pounded on the dashboard and roared, "Who said I have a temper! Who said it? Tell me who and that sumbitch'll have a U-Haul trailer behind his car by sundown!"

Then Switzer laughed.

A few minutes later, Switzer spotted one of his players walking on the side of the highway and he pulled over. "Hey, Horace," he shouted. "Where ya going? The dorm? Okay, hop in. I'll drop you off."

Horace Ivory got in. Asked what that large silver implement stuck in his hair was, Ivory pulled it out and said, "My comb." "That's your Afro rake," Switzer countered. "And where else you gonna carry a big thing like that but in your hair. Right, Horace? You put that thing in your pocket and sit down on it and they'll have to give you a jillion tetanus shots."

Ivory laughed. Switzer laughed. The visitor laughed.

And Walt Disney couldn't have written a better ending to a fine clear Oklahoma morning.

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