Last night was the annual football game between my alma mater, the Arizona State University Sun Devils, and our hated rivals to the south, the University of Arizona Wildcats. I watched the late game 10:00 pm ET kickoff) with my friend Little Red (who dressed up in Sun Devil gear I provided her, and looked adorable doing so) and my friend Big Charles, who not only is a devoted Wildcat, he actually used to play for their football team. Watching rivalry games with the other team's fans is FUN!
Silly me, I thought BC would show up with no Wildcat gear, but not only did he show up with a spiffy Wildcat shirt, he had a FLAG. Fucker. And the main reason I'm calling him a fucker is because I didn't have a flag. I DID have a Sun Devil flag, but it was last seen hanging from Lame-o Sports Bar, which closed months ago, and I have been unable to get my flag back from them. Fuckers.
Anyway, the game was wild, with momentum swinging like a pendulum on meth and crack, i.e., back and forth crazily. The first quarter belonged to the Wildcats. Meh. The second quarter, the Devils came storming back. YAY! The third quarter was all Cats, and had BC grinning widely. Blech.
Good thing they play four quarters.
BC left unhappy, which is my favorite way to see Wildcat fans after this game. Myself, I enjoyed a luscious glass of red wine and a gorgeous cigar afterwards, reveling after my favorite day on the sports calendar. And I'm glad I took today off from work at The Q, as I slept in till TWO, something I haven't done in YEARS. Of course, it didn't hurt that I started drinking at 8, and continued until they threw me out of the bars at 4 am.
My lovely Wildcat friend TTAZ, a member of this board, texted me near the end of the third quarter.
TTAZ: "Riveting 3rd quarter, isn't it?"
JESTER: "Blow me."
TTAZ: "You wish. ;-)"
So, being the complete and utter asshole that I am, and loving any chance to throw people's words back at them, I returned the favor near the end of the game, after turnovers and stellar play turned the tide in favor of the good guys, i.e., the Sun Devils....
JESTER: "Riveting 4th quarter, isn't it?"
TTAZ: "Fuck you."
JESTER: "You wish. ;-)"
I leave you with this simple picture of joy, post game. And yes, I do look stupidly happy. Because, ya know....I AM.
Silly me, I thought BC would show up with no Wildcat gear, but not only did he show up with a spiffy Wildcat shirt, he had a FLAG. Fucker. And the main reason I'm calling him a fucker is because I didn't have a flag. I DID have a Sun Devil flag, but it was last seen hanging from Lame-o Sports Bar, which closed months ago, and I have been unable to get my flag back from them. Fuckers.
Anyway, the game was wild, with momentum swinging like a pendulum on meth and crack, i.e., back and forth crazily. The first quarter belonged to the Wildcats. Meh. The second quarter, the Devils came storming back. YAY! The third quarter was all Cats, and had BC grinning widely. Blech.
Good thing they play four quarters.
BC left unhappy, which is my favorite way to see Wildcat fans after this game. Myself, I enjoyed a luscious glass of red wine and a gorgeous cigar afterwards, reveling after my favorite day on the sports calendar. And I'm glad I took today off from work at The Q, as I slept in till TWO, something I haven't done in YEARS. Of course, it didn't hurt that I started drinking at 8, and continued until they threw me out of the bars at 4 am.
My lovely Wildcat friend TTAZ, a member of this board, texted me near the end of the third quarter.
TTAZ: "Riveting 3rd quarter, isn't it?"
JESTER: "Blow me."
TTAZ: "You wish. ;-)"
So, being the complete and utter asshole that I am, and loving any chance to throw people's words back at them, I returned the favor near the end of the game, after turnovers and stellar play turned the tide in favor of the good guys, i.e., the Sun Devils....
JESTER: "Riveting 4th quarter, isn't it?"
TTAZ: "Fuck you."
JESTER: "You wish. ;-)"
I leave you with this simple picture of joy, post game. And yes, I do look stupidly happy. Because, ya know....I AM.
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