One game stands above the rest—the unforgettable battle between the Southeast Spartans and the Cache Bulldogs at the historic Speegle Stadium in Oklahoma City.
Speegle Stadium, Oklahoma City, OK (photo courtesy Facebook)
There’s something magical about Friday night football, and I had the privilege of broadcasting games since 2016. Back then, I was clunky and nervous, doing my best. Over the years, I’ve had the privilege of calling many more games and having more chances to improve.
Each game has had its own special moments, but one game stands above the others. It occurred at Speegle Stadium, which has deep roots in Oklahoma high school sports. Built in 1940, the stadium has seen generations of athletes battle it under its lights.
On this night, the energy was electric. The air was crisp, the stands were packed, and the anticipation was thick enough to cut with a knife.
From the first snap, it was clear this wouldn’t be an ordinary game. Both teams came out swinging, trading touchdowns like heavyweight fighters exchanging blows. Every drive felt like a game-changer, every play a potential turning point. The scoreboard couldn’t stay still, and with each touchdown, the tension grew.
With just 4.9 seconds left, the Spartans trailed 31-30. One play remained, and everyone in the stadium knew it. The ball sat at the Southeast 40-yard line. It felt like the entire season; even careers came down to this moment.
Rodney Fields Jr. (5) with MIchael Graham Jr. (photo courtesy The Oklahoman)
Quarterback Michael Graham Jr. took the snap, rolled left, and launched a desperation pass downfield. The ball hung in the air as if time had stopped. Fans held their breath. On the other end, Rodney Fields Jr., who had already run through defenses all night, locked eyes on the ball. Three Cache defenders leaped with him, arms reaching, but Fields Jr. climbed higher.
The stadium exploded. He came down with the ball. Touchdown. Game over. Southeast had won most dramatically possible.
I was honored to call this game alongside seasoned Oklahoma sportscaster and local legend Joshua “Swick” Swickey. When that final play unfolded, we jumped from our chairs, screaming with jubilation. I found myself yelling, “The miracle at the Speegle! The miracle at the Speegle!” We were like two high school students—wholly lost in the moment, swept up in the pure, unfiltered joy of an unbelievable finish.
Even as I walked to my car, replaying that incredible play, the night had one last surprise. In the chaos of clearing out, Cache’s equipment trailer accidentally clipped the front bumper of my Camaro. But honestly? I couldn’t have cared less.
That night at Speegle Stadium wasn’t just a football game but a reminder of why we love sports: the passion, the unpredictability, the unforgettable moments. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
