After leaving Lubbock for Norman following his freshman season, Baker Mayfield had to sit out a year due to NCAA transfer rules. He was placed in an Oklahoma honors dorm, unable to join Bob Stoops’ squad until the spring. Imagine that 180. Going from starting quarterback and biggest swinging dick on one campus, to the new guy on the sixth floor of a scholastic hall at another.
“If you didn’t know who he was, you never would’ve known,” Pine said. “He never acted like he anyone special. He acted like another one of the guys on the hall.”
With no football to participate in, Mayfield — who was actually a walk-on at OU — had nothing but time on his hands. So what did he do with himself? Baker dominated every clown that mistakingly got in his warpath on the intramural fields, of course.
Mayfield made friends with a few guys in Muldrow Tower after they asked if he would be their fifth for basketball, and quickly cemented his legacy in OU IM sports.
“The first time we hung out, this kid is talking trash to [Mayfield] as he checks it back to him,” Ray recalled. “Called him ‘frat-something.’ That pissed Baker off. He dribbles the ball twice, then runs this kid over and makes the layup. That was the first time we saw the other side of the Baker.”
The Muldrow boys had such blast playing hoops they decided to put an intramural softball team together.
“Baker’s range at shortstop was unreal,” Pine said. “Nobody could drop those bloopers on him. He would make diving catches all the time. And he had a phenomenal arm. So he’d sit wait back in the grass.”
Even after Mayfield was allowed to join the football team for spring ball, he kept playing softball. And the team went undefeated, winning an intramural title.
[The next fall] Mayfield was a member of the [OU football] team, but ineligible because of Big 12 transfer rules. Yet he still played on the Muldrow intramural football team.
“He was like ‘I don’t even want to play quarterback. I’ll play receiver, don’t target me every time or anything,’” Pine said. “We won the first game, against the best team, too.
“The second game came around, he’s playing wide receiver, and nobody really cared. Then it gets down to where we’re losing by six, and there’s like 10 seconds on the clock.”
So they conjured up a trick play where Mayfield would throw the ball.
“He throws a bomb like 60 yards on a dime, somebody catches it and we win the game,” Pine said. “Thirty minutes later, we get can email saying he wasn’t allowed to play anymore.”
Unreal. OU intramurals essentially taking their ball and going home because Baker was “you’re not allowed to play anymore” good. I can’t think of a bigger compliment, honestly. I imagine, to Mayfield, the competition in IM sports was like one of us playing our snot-bubble nose blowing pre-teen cousin in one-on-one. Throwing it off their head, crossing them up until they fall, and posterizing them on an eight-foot rim. What? You’ve never done that before? Whatever. What I’m saying is Mayfield was playing chess while everyone he was playing against was sucking on the corner of a checker board..
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