Once upon a time in a land far far away… boy meets girl, and they lived happily ever after.
Not so fast.
Once upon two or so months ago, in the SEC, BAMA gent meets Auburn belle, and they lived happily apart on game days.
First contact, BAMA gent comments on a kayaking Auburn-clad belle: “Tip her over… Roll Tide!”
Second date options from BAMA gent: “Do you want to grab casual drinks? A fancy dinner? Or re-watch the 2011 National Title game?”
Fast forward two months, BAMA gent’s stipulations when making Thanksgiving weekend plans: “I’m free all weekend except Saturday at 3:30 p.m. And I have to watch it with BAMA people. And no, I won’t kiss you goodbye while you’re wearing orange.”
So the debate continues over the sanity of dating a staunch fan of the other team.
While I proudly wore navy and orange during the Iron Bowl and even forwent smooches from my Tide-obsessed date, I started to wonder about the SEC championship. Do I pack my houndstooth and wave a crimson shaker in the Dome? (After all, I do think Alabama has a better chance of winning the national title and I’d love nothing more than the SEC to exhaust the number 7 while bragging…) If his team loses does that mean everyone has to suffer his agony? I’ve been losing all season, maybe I could help him cope…?
And so goes the story of a heavy-hearted gridiron belle. Where are the Xs and Os for my next play? Only time will tell in the never-ending dilemma of gridiron-romance.
“Xs and Os”