If you watched our football game Saturday, you’ll get my tongue-in-cheek title for this post.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
How was your weekend?
Mine started off just fine and dandy.
As I walked in to work Friday morning, I saw that people were already taping off tailgate areas.
People were everywhere when I took a lunchtime stroll. I was a little surprised because Saturday’s game was scheduled for the evening, leaving plenty of time for folks to come into town.
My supervisor and another colleague were out on Friday, so it was especially quiet in the office. Plus, our students were on Fall Break and didn’t have class Thursday or Friday.
When I got home, I found this new lunch bag waiting on me.
I’d been using a free one that my phone carrier had given customers last year. It had Velcro and would stick to everything, including my clothes. A new bag was in order!
Hubby and I watched another episode of The Terminal List: Dark Wolf, and then we parted ways for the evening so I could continue my binging of Survivor while he watched something else.
I finished Season 7 in the wee hours of the night (who remembers Rupert and Sandra?). What a season!
Saturday morning, I was up before 7, drinking tea, and meal prepping.
Gambit was a slow riser.
I wanted to take advantage of my free time before we needed to leave for the game.
My meal of choice was Roasted Red Pepper Tomato Soup.
I always think I like roasting peppers myself – forgetting how much work it is!
It takes awhile to bake and peel them. The effort is worth it though.
This soup is incredibly flavorful, even without the pesto topping, which I chose not to make this time.
I worked on my Christmas list and played my word games. I also washed my hair – such a task but so needed!
Was it bad that we put our bleacher chairs in the car while we distracted Gambit by feeding him? He is a smart boy and gets anxious when he knows we are going somewhere.
We finally left the house around 3. Whew!
We visited a couple of tailgates and saw some local friends we hadn’t seen in several weeks. Life, as routine as it is, is busy, so finding time to get together is challenging.
These gatherings are just one of many reasons why I love football season so much.
The lines to get into the stadium were long. With us playing Georgia, it was almost like a hometown game. It certainly was a rivalry game. I think this rivalry is the oldest in the South.
I never tire of the pre-game pageantry, which includes the eagle’s flight around the stadium.
Night games are the most fun!
And the first half was fun . . . until there was 1:25 left.
Sheesh. Y’all probably know about the messed up goal line call.
My precious Tigers were playing the best I’d seen in several games, and then the horrendous penalties were called, with abnormally long wait times for the calls to be reviewed – always in Georgia’s favor.
That minute 25 seconds took between 36 and 38 minutes to complete. The ineptitude was beyond comprehension.
I sat and watched an entire stadium, minus the other team’s fans, grow more and more angry.
This was my take on the game at halftime.
Y’all, I’m not going to lie. Sitting through that game challenged my ability act in a Christlike manner.
I wanted to say all of the cuss words. I didn’t need to because the drunk people around me were saying the words for me.
Sheesh.
The halftime show was touted to be a fun light show, created with the assistance of the engineering school, but I don’t think people paid much attention because of what we’d been forced to endure minutes before.
Cam Newton’s jersey was retired during a halftime ceremony.
The poor calls continued into the second half, which took a mental toll on players and fans. Our guys came out flat and disheartened.
I always love the transition from the third to the fourth quarter. The swag song plays, and during night games, fireworks add to the hype.
The weather was glorious. I’d purchased a new sweatshirt – orange to fit in with the game’s theme – and only had to put it on toward the end of the game.
The gal who sits behind us called it Sailor Aubie. I’ll never be able to unsee or unhear this. Ha!
It didn’t help when Georgia’s coach made a questionable (ahem) timeout request that he was not docked for. Sheesh.
With two minutes left in the game, we were only down by three points and had the ball. You would have thought the stadium would be rocking.
Everyone was sitting. Nobody was cheering.
Georgia took full advantage and outplayed us at the end. We were never able to recover.
The walk back to the car was sad. I ranted. I never rant, y’all, but I was on it.
I’d made the mistake of being on Twitter during the game, and reading comments that backed up my feelings fed my angst and sadness.
A couple of GA fans barked at us as they passed by. Rudeness has no limits sometimes.
If I’d been a Georgia fan, I would have walked out humbly. That’s no way to win a game, when the refs are helping you. A section of their fans cheered and sang songs during the last part of the game when one of our players got hurt.
Rudeness. You can find it in every fandom.
We got home very, very late. Gambit was happy, but we went to bed with heavy hearts.
Sunday morning, I wasn’t sure I was up for attending church. My body was tired, but I got ready, and away we went. Thank goodness! I was able to get my priorities back in order.
After church, I prepped another Jalapeño Popper Cheese Ball.
So much mess – worth the trouble though.
I also made another batch of my ginger-turmeric juice.
I prep a bottle every couple of weeks.
Then, I headed out to the library to pick up a book I’d seen someone comment on. I cannot wait to dig in!
I ran to Ulta before heading back home to finish washing bedding – a weekly chore I don’t love but must do because of a dog that sleeps in bed with me.
No judgment please. He’s old and spoiled.
I relaxed the rest of the day, blogged, and enjoyed the remaining hours of my weekend.
I pray that your week goes well and that your focus stays on the eternal things of life.
Good advice that I need to listen to as well.
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