After a bit of sleep and retrospection (not to mention seeing the replay of Dockery-The Man-and his game saving, buzzer beater shot a few million times) I now feel calm enough to add abit of detail of my almost horrifying Sunday.
It begins with football, specifically the Atlanta Falcons/Carolina Panthers game. As you might guess, my Tarhole is a Carolina fan. (Well, when he isn’t too busy being a Redskins fan, which is a whole other subject.) I assume it goes without saying I am a big Falcons fan, have been for a long time and no, I don’t feel bad for living in NC and not being a Panthers fan. I think I just have something against the color blue in all forms except for royal/navy. Unfortunately, I also like the Cowboys (I’m beginning to notice a, “darker shade of blue,” theme here) and I’m betting it doesn’t take a genius to figure out my Tarhole hates them. Long story short, the Falcons lose, the Cowboys lose and my Tarhole is running ’round like a chicken with his head cut off thoroughly enjoying my depression. But, he did make me pancakes (which I was craving for some strange reason) and since I knew Duke played VT later (which was a sure win, right? Um, well, we won’t discuss that now) I was able to ignore his antics, for which I should get some kind of reward or something.
Fast forward to 8:00pm, the game I’d been waiting for all day, (1)Duke vs VT, in Cameron, no less. I had no worries for once. The beginning of the game is a bit fuzzy as my Tarhole immediately started in when the first foul was called against VT. Thus began the usual cryolina mantra that, “Duke gets all the calls.” I really can’t stand anyone who whines about the refs, yes bad calls are made all the time, life isn’t always fair, it sucks, get over it. Besides, Duke does NOT, “get all the calls.” I have to add that I’m a bit guilty here, as well, because to shut him up I reminded him of the UNC/Villanova game. This was a big mistake. Anytime this (or pretty much anything at all slightly derrogatory towards UNC) is brought up, the cryolina fan in question pulls his special, baby blue colored earplugs out of his arse and begins to run around screaming the tarhole mantra, “We are the National Champions, We are the National Champions….I can’t hear you because….WE ARE THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONS!!” This is usually, though not always followed by their second favorite mantra, “Just wait until next year!” Well, sorry, it isn’t next year and I don’t plan on sitting around waiting for it, either. I figure I’ll just enjoy this year when my team is ranked (at least at this point in time) number one in the nation and will most likely win the National Championship.
By halftime we were no longer speaking to each other and he’d moved to another room to watch TV. But, lo and behold, who pops in right when VT went on a run and it looked (even to all Duke fans) like the game was over, and most certainly not in our favor? Yeppers, my love, my prince, my fair Tarhole himself in all his Duke-Just-Lost-to-VT-HAHA glory. Let me just say that when Dock-the Man-made that shot I thanked heaven for being a multi-tasker as I was able to scream in delight and take in the stunned, almost pathetic look on my Tarhole’s face, as he mumbled something about, “Duke having all the luck,” while walking out of the room. Yea, we did get lucky, but who wants to bet that this will be a new mantra for tool fans everywhere? Seems a bit redundant IMO, though, because we already must be pretty damn lucky seeing as how we, “get all the calls,” right?
