Yesterday was an interesting day, football fan-wise. Here is my story; it's sad but true:
First, I see someone whom I haven't seen in a while. She starts going on and on about the National Championship game, between Texas and USC. She continues incessantly about what a great game it was and how USC did so well. I reminded her that USC lost. She went on and on about how it wasn't whether you win, but how good of a team it was. I reminded her that USC lost. She continued, obsessed with trying to make me realize that my beloved Sooners did not have the opportunity to play in the national championship game and how good a team USC was. I reminded her that USC lost. She sucker punched me in the gut!
Second, I see a group of young people sitting around a table. One of them has a UT Longhorn hat; another is decked out in burnt orange from head to toe. I congratulate them on beating the Trojans and winning the national championship. I tell them that I rooted for Texas, albeit reluctantly. Once I let my Sooner colors show, it was like I had stepped into the gates of hell! They began to belittle my beloved Sooners. They made all kinds of disparaging comments. They insulted past, present, and future Sooner teams. They were like a pack of hyenas attacking a mighty lion. They tried, but they just couldn't do it.