Big Mama and I had an email discussion recently about the fact that our husbands do not enjoy attending and/or watching sporting events with us. They like to hang out with us, and they try to tolerate our mildly annoying sports-watching quirks. But by and large they feel the need to try to temper our game-watching antics, and they actually will ask us to calm down when we call plays from the stands or fuss at the officials or physically leap from our seats and attempt to manipulate the action on the TV screen by jumping and yelling and waving our arms wildly.
Because the athletes on TV can see and hear us, you know.
Really, it’s a good thing Big Mama and I found each other. Sometimes it’s just nice to know that there’s at least one other person in the world operating on your same level of crazy.
A couple of weeks ago when my beloved Bulldogs played Florida, I decided in advance that I was going to sequester myself in the kitchen for the duration of the game. Watching the game in the kitchen meant that I was as far as possible from Alex’s room, thereby eliminating the chances of him being awakened by the soothing sounds of his mother shouting, “SHOOOOOOOOOOOT IT! SHOOT THE STINKIN’ BALL! SHOOOOOOOOOOOOT IT!”
I’m really the epitome of a calm, maternal presence, as you can clearly tell.
State stayed ahead of the Gators for most the first half, and D. would join me in the kitchen from time to time so that he could check in on the game. Then, when the screaming got to be too much for him, he would retire to the den for a bit so that he could decompress before being exposed to the next round of my high-pitched shrieking. Because I’m telling y’all: if loudness were a fruit of the Spirit? Ooooh, girls – I would be ANOINTED. Yes ma’am.
At halftime D. wandered back into the kitchen, grinned at me and said, “Well, if I had known what a show you were gonna put on in here tonight, I would have sold tickets.”
And you know what? Big Mama would’ve bought one!
Anyway, I’m proud to announce that today I’ll be taking my gameday crazy all the way to Starkville, MS, because my BFF Emma Kate and I are returning to our alma mater to see the MSU Bulldogs take on the LSU Fightin’ Tigers – and we’re leaving the husbands and the young’uns at home (if Big Mama lived closer, I bet she’d be joining us).
And we’re gonna wear our sassy jeans, and we’re gonna fix our hair, and we’re gonna have on some cute boots. Truth be told, we’ll probably swap boots at some point so that we can test out each other’s shoes, just in case, you know, there’s a perfect fit out there that we’re missing.
And, more than anything, we are gonna HOLLER for the boys wearing the maroon and white.
Not yell. HOLLER.
If you’re from the South, you know the difference.
Happy Saturday, y’all!
Hoot and Holler for me! :) Have fun
This is me all the way, just for a different reason! I am a big football fan. I love football. ROLLLLLLLLLL TIDE ROLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!! When Bama ia playing, I yell/scream/cuss/throw things and anything else, LOL. Luckily, my little ones are fine with it and now that he’s older, Zach hollers with me!! :)
Good luck to the Bulldogs today!!!! I’d rather them win than LSU. Now that Saban is here, it’s customary for us to hate them right????
Not a sports fan per se, but love this line: “Sometimes it’s just nice to know that there’s at least one other person in the world operating on your same level of crazy”
:)
I’ll be hollering for my Dawgs as I get updates on the score over the internet! I’m SO jealous that you live close enough to drive over to Starkville! I’m dreaming of BBQ at the Little Dooey…
My Tar Heels are playing at 3:30! Woot! I will be hollerin, too. I tried to get my husband to buy me some tickets to the UNC/Duke game on eBay, but he wouldn’t. They were only a few thousand dollars. ;)
Because I know my friend Roxanne reads your blog: I think you and she should take your petition before the Spirit to have loudness added as a fruit. There! You’re already annointed!
I’m a Louisiana gal, but I’m a fair-weather fan for the Tigers, so if you’re hollerin’ for your maroon and white brings them a victory, then the team with the loudest bloggity fan won!
Too funny. Not a sports fan .. but I have always wished I was – maybe just as an excuse to yell and be a little wild .. alas, I’ll live vicariously through you and BigMama.
Clearly, I am living in a cave. I had no idea it was Super Bowl weekend. And I am missing out on some very fun times. And a chance to put on some sassy pants and do some sashaying and hollering. I holler plenty at home. Not the same.
Have an absolute blast!!!!
I feel that anointment, hallabalujah
Is there a comb in the back pocket of those sassy jeans?? I just had to ask. Have a GREAT time!
I may be just a California girl with a tendency to follow your husband’s example when it comes to sports, but, boy oh boy, do I know about HOLLERIN’! Not only from every other person telling us “I’ll holler atcha!” when we’re out in the Grand Ol’ South… but I KNOW hollerin’ from that Alabama grandmother of mine, who holds very strongly to the bylaws of Southern Women which state that one must live and die by football. She may be only 5’2″ and 95 lbs, but, yes ma’am, she. can. HOLLER!
I just finished posting about us going to the AR/KY game today and then flipped over to read your blog. How funny!
Ya’ll are like my friends and me. We act crazy at football games and our husbands or boyfriends just think we are nuts. You don’t find many girls who like sports more than their husbands. My daddy raised me right! My husband told me today that one of the reasons he loves me is I talk so loud – he never has to worry about not hearing me. ha!
Ah, so NOW we know the reason for the blue jean shopping expedition…..so you could root for your team REAL. GOOD!! have fun!!
So fun! We’re going to a game tonight too. But it is a family affair. A big game for the Mean Green, so there is a definite possibility that hollering will commence.
I hope your team is victorious.
We love our LONGHORNS here. (Hi Big Mama! HOOK ‘EM!) My husband talks/hollers the entire game. Once time when our oldest was little and sleeping peacefully in his Moses basket in the den, my husband, began “talking” to Ricky Williams and startled our little baby out of the sweetest little nap and made him cry the ugly cry. I’m sure that will be an issue he addresses in whatever future therapy he may seek.
My favorite thing you said: “I’m telling y’all: if loudness were a fruit of the Spirit? Ooooh, girls – I would be ANOINTED. Yes ma’am.” : )
Oh. . .Sarah S. beat me to the punch, girl, ’cause I was just about to say that I loved your line regarding “loudness” as a possible Fruit of the Spirit that God loves even though it’s not in the list–otherwise why would he give us southern girls such healthy lungs with which to holler.
AMEN!!! I’m from Alabama and the “hollerin” and loudness is in my blood!!!! Football is a religion here. If you don’t like it, your an outcast! LOL.
Yall’s hollerin worked! We were doing some hollerin ourselves this afternoon! GREAT game!
Go ‘head and holler with your sassy self!
How ‘Bout Them BULL – DAWGS!!!! Hold on Wait a Minute Gotta put some DAWG in it woof woof woof woof-woof!! Do they still do those cheers after all these years??
I think watching you and Big Mama holler through a game would be even more entertaining than watching the actual game :)
Ya’ll here in Tennessee the girls are getting together for a pre-game party. Then we will return home to our beloved husbands to hoop and hollar for Peyton in the Super Bowl! Bottom line party food alllll daayyy Long!!!!!!!!!!
What an awesome trip, and great that you have a close friend to share it.
Imagine if they make it to March Madness!!
I can DEFINITELY relate. I myself only, speak kind and encouraging words in a calm, inside voice….NOT!
I am just now seeing this and yes ma’am, I would buy a ticket to holler with you in the kitchen.
It’s a good thing the Dogs and the Aggies have us to tell them how to play the game. That’s all I’m sayin’.
Boomama – I too would be annointed if loudness was a fruit of the spirit. I sometimes get so excited about my Aggies, and go to hollerin so loud that my ears will start making this crackling noise. Oh yes ma’am they do. Have fun!
Okay, I’m not from the south, but I know the difference between Holler and Yell! Yay!
:)
It’s because I have a good friend from Texarkana, she tells me all this stuff, yenno?
Too funny!
Oh, we so belong on the same team. I holler so loudly that I just KNOW the team can hear me… from Kansas… while they’re in Florida…
I’m from the South. I KNOW what hollerin’ is, and I’ve been blessed with good lungs too.
Yeah, Mr. Right is WAY on the other side of the couch when I watch football. With earplugs. And headphones.
It’s a good thing that I’m a good cook and a great bartender, otherwise he might end up at a sports bar where it would be much calmer and quieter on all counts.
My husband is an MSU graduate (1994, maybe 1995.. ) and in Houston their games aren’t televised much… but when they are on… GIRL!! You better not think about touching that remote…. I made that mistake once…. ONCE. Yoowzers! I told him about your fanatical tendencies and he was totally excited about reading your blog.