My friend has been neutered.
I won't give his real name as not to totally embarrass him. We'll call him "Chuck".
This weekend is of course, OU vs. Texas weekend. A weekend when fans from both schools don their crimson and cream or burnt orange and white and honor the gladiators that rule the realm of college football. It's a time when friends can become enemies. A time when love turns to hate. A time when a red river divides more than just two states. And a time when a die hard OU fan has his balls put in a vice by his die hard Texas fan of a wife.
"Chuck" is having his testicals squoze. My friend has lost his fire. For years he was "we." WE've gathered together to watch many a matchups. For several years we even made the trip down to Dallas and paid what little money we had as college students, to buy tickets to the shootout. Our last year there, we enjoyed a 64-13 destruction of the Shorthorns by the Sooners ON THE 50-YARD LINE, about 20 rows up.
This year we're having a watch party at another friends home. But "Chuck" will only be there for the first half. That's because his wife, Lucifer, has already promised someone else they'd watch the game there. With mostly TEXAS fans none the less! So they're leaving at halftime. Since when did women make a decision about a football game?!?! Never in my book. NEVER!
Gentlemen, when it comes to buying furniture for your living room or bedroom, that's a 50/50 decision between a husband and wife. But when it comes to watching a game of any sort, the MAN makes the decision. If you want to buy new curtains then let her decide.
When "Chuckie" was in Egypt's land.. Let my "Chuckie" go!!!
