Well, as stated, I’m not really sure what to say about the performance (lack thereof) my Cats put on against Vanderbilt. Since there were so many horrid things that popped out at me during the game, I’ll just compare it to a feeling I experienced about ohh, say 16 years ago.
I was sitting on my cousins couch, some call him K-Mac, his name is Keith. He’s got a son named Brett that’s about 4 years younger than me and we grew up together only to be seperated by the governments relocation of my mothers job to Huntsville, AL (current residence). Anyway, we were watching a certain game played between the University of Kentucky and a team named dUKe. We all know what happened (or atleast those that will be reading this) and it was not pleasurable.
Do my fellow Kentucky fans remember where they were and the feelings they felt at that moment in history? Well, I do, and I had hoped to never have to experience that again. But for some reason as I watched my boys, my first love, the Kentucky Wildcats get completely dismantled, torn limb from limb, embarassed, these fellings returned. I couldn’t believe it. The only thing that made it worse, was having to explain to my fiance’ why I wasn’t happy at all and didn’t feeling like snuggling after the game.
I really don’t want to go into detail about the game because as a Cats fan, there is nothing positive to talk about except the fact the starting score of our next game is 0-0. So I will transition this post to my latest thought about how most (remember I said most) women don’t understand why some sporting events affect men so much.
First, let me just say that I love Meghan (my fiance’) to death. She’s a great girl and I wouldn’t trade her for the world, nor would I do anything to jeopardize our relationship. But she just didn’t understand why I got so upset over a basketball game last night. There is an explanation.
That was not just a basketball game. That was a basketball game where I watched the sports team that controls the possession clock in my bodies sports library get embarassed and whipped. They essentially just got whipped by a school that I don’t like too much. It’s a school with a bunch of smart, rich kids that I could crush with one finger. But they act like they’re sh– doesn’t stink 24-7 and it’s worse when they’re sports teams beat you. The only good thing about that school is I have a really smart cousin in Law School there. He’s cool. He got to meet Mitt Romney last week too, which is really cool. Too bad more than half of America is incompetent and thinks John McLame would make a better President causing Mitt to make a logical decision to drop out. Anyway, that’s another subject!
Sometimes women just dont’ understand. And I hope Meghan gets used to it, because about 7 months ago I asked her a question and put a glowing rock on her finger and she said “YES” and with that she got it all baby. That includes the piece of me that can’t stand to watch my Cat’s get toasted in Basketball. Football, that’s a different story. I’ve been watching that for years and have learned to accept that. But between the months of November and March, it’s a completely different story. If she didn’t know before last night, now she knows!