This morning, before the first rays of daylight even hit my face, I was awake and “they” were on my mind…AGAIN. Fuzzy images of Dwayne Bowe running down the side line, Alex Smith completing passes and a defense that reminds me of the good old Derrick Thomas days.
I texted my BFF, “I’m tempted to have a one-game stand with the Chiefs today. Should I do it?”
Kelsey quickly replied back, “Dude, I won’t tell anyone.”
I’m so tempted. The jersey is already in my closet and I’ve got hot shoes and war paint for the occasion. There is plenty around this house to keep me busy, but I’m already mentally
cancelling moving around an imaginary list of chores that need to be accomplished so that I’m free during game time. Those old feelings are surfacing and I can’t find anything to curb them.
Admittedly, I wouldn’t mind if they laid the hurt on the Broncos. The Mile-High team that so often ruined a perfectly good Sunday with a last-minute, full field drive by Elway (you have GOT to be more than 4 touchdowns ahead with that man), but I have my pride to consider.
That doesn’t change the fact that I’m starting to get weak.
If I do cave, that just sets me up as a prime target to enjoy the rush one minute and get hurt the next. Feelings of regret tomorrow morning coupled with the walk of shame.
If I don’t cave, I could be missing out on a really fun afternoon full of decadent memories and debauchery. Worse yet…what if someone ELSE jumps on the bandwagon and I don’t? I’ll have to look at FB pictures of some other girl with MY team. Some other blue-eyed girl who still needs to be carded for beer wearing only a half shirt and a smile.
Did I just say “my team?”
I’m going to neither confirm or deny, but if you can’t find me at 3:15, you might go looking in a shady bar somewhere…I just washed my Marcus Allen jersey and found a very nice pair of high-heeled shoes.
….to be continued.
PS: If you don’t know where all of this started, feel free to take a peek at the original Post: Why I will Never Love the KC Chiefs Again