Horsing around: Playing H.O.R.S.E. with the OSU basketball team


The “H.O.R.S.E. in the Union” event put on by the Oklahoma State men’s basketball team gave normal people a chance to shoot hoops with the university’s best players. Here is my experience of shooting baskets in OSU’s Student Union.

I, Ben Hutchens, am very much a normal college student who happens to love the game of basketball. I apparently love basketball enough to have missed the first part of my history class (Sorry Professor Boles) for a chance to play a game of H.O.R.S.E against a duo of OSU basketball players.

I am not sure what feels better, being selected in the NBA draft or being randomly picked from a group of screaming students to participate in a game of H.O.R.S.E. I am guessing that the former feels better, but after being picked to participate I sure had a surreal feeling walking to the center of the Student Union atrium and being passed a mini OSU basketball.

The rules were simple: instead of playing a five-round game of H.O.R.S.E. we would play a three-round game of O.S.U. If the other team made a shot that I missed I would be penalized a letter, and the first team to spell out “OSU” would lose. The game would be played in the three-story Student Union atrium on a portable basketball hoop that, fortunately for me, came equipped with a “No dunking” sign.

Unfortunately for me, instead of trying to outshoot my twin brother in the driveway, I would have to outshoot two OSU basketball players, Chris Harris Jr. and Kalib Boone, to win the game.

I tried to carry a “What have I got to lose” mentality going into my game. That mentality quickly started to crumble after I airballed my first shot and turned around to see a group of friends giving me a hard time. Sadly, my shooting percentage didn’t climb any higher after that first shot, especially when I tried to break out some off-the-wall, sitting down, and behind the back shots. I’d like to blame my poor shooting performance on the undersized ball, pressure from the crowd, or the loose rim, but maybe I just had a bad shooting day.

I did not wake up that morning thinking I would have phenomenal time getting destroyed in a game of H.O.R.S.E. and embarrassing myself in front of what felt like the entire student population of OSU, but I wouldn’t have traded the experience for those first ten minutes of history class.