Cue the horns and drumline—‘Boomer Sooner’ is blasting because Roundtable Sports has officially pulled into Norman, and I’m steering the coverage of your Oklahoma Sooners straight into the fast lane.

Tyler Jones here, your fearless leader and resident OU tour guide. The past few weeks felt like the calm before a Red River storm, but the Schooner is fueled up, the reins are in my grip, and we’re galloping full-speed toward kickoff. No brakes, no detours.

This is the most exhilarating pivot of my career: calling my own plays, hunting stories like open-field tackles, and answering only to the truth and the fans. No sacred cows, no filtered takes—just raw, unapologetic Sooner passion served daily.

My vow to you is simple and ironclad: entertain like a halftime show and inform like a post-game film session. Every morning at Roundtable, we’ll slide the essentials across your screen with enough wit to keep you smirking through your coffee.

Yes, I’m a Kansas Jayhawk academically speaking, Allen Fieldhouse faithful—but OU runs deeper than four years away from home. My mother bled crimson in the stands of Owen Field; my father still recites 2000 national-championship box scores like scripture; my grandfather tracked the radio calls while working on construction jobs in Craig County; my grandmother, at 80, taught herself how to use ESPN+ just to watch Brent Venables’ defense dissect opponents. Sooner blood isn’t earned for a few years in college—it’s inherited, generational, and non-negotiable.

I’m not some carpetbagging pundit parachuting in. Born in Tulsa, raised in Broken Arrow public schools, and an enrolled citizen of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma. “Sooner born and Sooner bred, and when I die, I’ll be Sooner dead”—that chant isn’t folklore to me; it’s a biography.

The Sooners have delivered my highest highs and gut-punch lows. Walking into school the morning after USC’s 55-19 woodshed in ’05 felt like wearing a “Kick Me” sign. Boise State’s Statue of Liberty in the ’07 Fiesta Bowl still triggers phantom heartburn. Yet the triumphs eclipse the scars: Baker Mayfield spearing that OU flag into Ohio State’s turf in ’17—pure rebellion; Sam Bradford slinging five touchdowns against Texas Tech in ’08, resurrecting a season and cementing Heisman lore; Adrian Peterson—A.D. All Day, never A.P.—trucking Oklahoma State defenders in the ’04 Bedlam game like they owed him money.

This gig isn’t a paycheck—it’s oxygen. One random Tuesday I woke up realizing I get to dissect third-down tendencies of a blue-blood program, argue recruiting rankings over breakfast, and turn film breakdowns into happy-hour debates, all from my home state. Pinch me.

The résumé? Started slinging takes in college as morning-drive host on KLWN in Lawrence, KS while juggling finals. Helped launch Gray Television’s Local News Live out of Omaha, NE, anchoring national segments before most of my friends had landed their first jobs. Spent the last three years in Dallas at Chat Sports, carving up NFL mock drafts and breaking down the latest College Football Playoff rankings for thousands of eyeballs everyday.

When the red light isn’t on here, I’m probably yelling into a microphone elsewhere. Host of The Jones Report podcast since 2011—zero filter, maximum chaos—with my co-conspirator Thomas Bridges, Roundtable’s Oklahoma State guru. Bedlam lives on in digital form. Since 2020 I’ve also co-piloted Let’s Go Racing, a NASCAR pod that’s outlasted half the Cup Series paint schemes.

I’ve collected press credentials like Pokémon cards: front-row at the College Football Playoff semis, Daytona 500 infield, NASCAR Championship in Miami, NFL Playoffs chaos, Final Four buzzer-beaters, PGA Championship Sunday roars, and many more.

My broadcast mentor, the legendary Tim Brando, drilled one line into me: “The journey is the best part.” Consider this wagon hitched. I’m beyond pumped you’re riding shotgun.

Crank the volume and follow the coverage on X, Instagram, and Facebook @TylerJonesLive. Drop your hottest takes, your wildest predictions, your grandma’s secret tailgate recipe—I read every tag. Let’s roll.