HEADWIND HURRICANE: POWER PLAY, PITCHER, AND PHOTOS THAT NEVER LEFT THE FIELD
Kevin Green mug Progress sports editor Kevin Green OKLAHOMA CITY — I am no stranger to tornadoes. I’ve never actually seen one of the beasts with my own eyes, but growing up in southeast Oklahoma City meant living with the constant awareness that one could be just around the corner. Over the years, I’ve had several close encounters, including with some of the more infamous storms.
I remember ...
Kevin Green mug Progress sports editor Kevin Green OKLAHOMA CITY — I am no stranger to tornadoes. I’ve never actually seen one of the beasts with my own eyes, but growing up in southeast Oklahoma City meant living with the constant awareness that one could be just around the corner. Over the years, I’ve had several close encounters, including with some of the more infamous storms.
I remember May 3, 1999. I was 4 years old when the Bridge Creek-Moore F5 carved its way into Oklahoma history while families like mine huddled in shelters and closets, listening and waiting. Then came May 20, 2013.
I was an 18-year-old in my final week of high school at Carl Albert, tucked safely inside my neighbors' shelter as another EF5 devastated Moore before roping out roughly 10 miles to the southwest of my home. The softball-sized hail lodged into the ground that we saw after finally emerging from our hiding place was a sight as eerie as it was awe-inspiring. So when phones across the OG&E Coliseum in Oklahoma City suddenly blared Tuesday night during the Class 4A state basketball tournament, it felt like a familiar script was beginning again.