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!
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