Originally, I was scheduled to write a column that talked about how much I love July 4. Which I do. It’s my second-favorite day of the year, trailing only Thanksgiving.

I used to like New Year’s Day — wall to wall football — but two things have happened to New Year’s. 1. We get wall to wall football every Saturday of the college football season. And 2. I’m usually working on New Year’s, and while I appreciate the wall to wall football in some Miami or Phoenix hotel room, it’s not the same.

So Thanksgiving and Independence Day it is. I like Thanksgiving because the weather is great, the food is splendid, the football is good and I’m always with family, never in some faraway city. July 4 doesn’t have good weather, doesn’t have football, but I’m always with family, and often the day comes in the middle of the week.

I love holidays that don’t cater to the Monday tradition. Nothing against July 4’s summer brothers, Memorial Day and Labor Day, but a holiday that sticks to its date packs a punch. It’s got attitude. And Friday is the best day for July 4; most people get off, plus they have Saturday off to recover from late-night fireworks.

Of course, if I did write about why it’s great to be American, this would be a special year to do it, for Oklahoma sports fans. Dreams do come true. The NBA is in Oklahoma City, not temporarily. The Sonics — sorry, I’m calling them the Sonics in an act of rebellion against the authorities until the team gets a new name; the team’s phone bank answers calls by saying “Thank you for calling the Sonics…” — are here, and the city is buzzing.

This is a monumental time for Oklahoma City. All those grand plans by politicians and business leaders and Bricktown pioneers has continued to pay off and pay off, and OKC soars. All of Oklahoma, too.

Around Oklahoma lakes and gas grills today, the NBA will replace the price of fuel as the No. 1 topic of conversation. It’s a special time. We’re on the ground floor of Oklahoma City’s elevation into the national consciousness.