But Rick and I never paid attention for long. I'd met Rick soon after arriving in Norman for school. We lived in the same dorm. Initially he kept to himself, but once I got him talking he became very friendly, and I realized that he was quite smart. We both liked playing pickup basketball and following college sports. In fact, Rick and I together became dedicated OU football fans—two of the crazies who painted their torsos and faces Oklahoma Sooner crimson for every home game. And what the woman sitting in front of me on that Tuesday in Meteorology 1111 couldn't know was that we were both complete weather nerds.
Growing up, Rick and I had both watched the Weather Channel whenever we could and had bolted out-side any time conditions turned sour. In our budding friendship, we almost always talked about the weath-er—especially horrendous weather, like thunder, lightning, hurricanes, and tornadoes. We agreed that the worse the weather, the more we were mesmerized by its beauty and chaos. Attending OU, we both admit-ted, had little to do with career opportunities. We'd both come to OU for a pilgrimage to the Great Plains—to experience Tornado Alley. Norman is the severe-weather capital of the world, and that is why we were there.
Excerpt from INTO THE STORM © 2010 by Reed Timmer with Andrew Tilin. Published by Dutton. Excerpted with permission from the publisher. All Rights Reserved.