Well, well, well. Oklahoma won its first-round game.

Have to tell you, I'm not sure which is more nerve-wracking -- the OU/Texas football game or Oklahoma in the NCAA tournament. I mean more nerve wracking for me.

Tell me if this happens to you when watching your school in the tournament: Your stomach tightens. You can't sit still. You're mega-anxious. Any hefty run can set you off with a surge of excitement unparalleled in football.

At some point, with your school up 45-26, you're yelling at the TV:

That's it! Put the dagger in 'em! Put the f%&*** dagger in 'em! Kill these m^%&$%^#$%#@!

And then the underdogs who weren't (everybody picked St. Joe's to beat Oklahoma) come back, cutting it to a four-point game late. The nerves return. You wonder if that first-half excitement was for naught. You start to dread the headache you'll get after the loss, particularly considering your boys just blew a 19-point lead.

However, the other guys start to fail by attrition, fouling out and sending your crew to the line. The game moves at a snail's pace in the last four minutes with unending timeouts and trips to the free-throw line.

You get to one minute left, and urgency sets in. You wonder whether the bad guys will start draining threes, sending your school to the front page of YouTube with one of those March Madness miracle comebacks.

But then your best player grabs a board with 15 seconds left, up by 8, runs down the court, the other team conceding -- and the celebration can begin.

That was me tonight. No, not the best player part. No, that was me, the manic maniac watching his Oklahoma Sooners beat St. Joseph's 72-64 in Birmingham, Ala.

I could spend some time reviewing what were some wonderful games on Friday, particularly the Western Kentucky win over Drake and San Diego's win over Connecticut, but the joy and wonder of the NCAA men's basketball tournament overall is playing a major second fiddle to the fact that my boys won.

I could not possibly be any happier for 'em.

Boomer Sooner.