|And you find sweet pics like this on Facebook the next morning|
Being sober when everyone else is drunk is interesting because it isn't like you will learn from that experience. It isn't like you are going to remember the next time you're hammered drunk after doing 6 shots of fireball to talk softer or to not take things irrationally. The heat of the moment, or the drink of the moment changes a person, it can't be stopped.
Well, last night as you may be aware, there was a little football game that was played. I could care less which team won. Well, let me rephrase that. I would be excited for either team that won. I had enjoyment in Auburn winning (yay SEC) but I also have enjoyed the way FSU's fan base has acted this season, and I would have loved seeing them get the W. For the first time in quite some time, I was genuinely neutral.
So after the game (and what a freaking game it was) when I saw Auburn fans and FSU fans start reacting on social media, it was clear to me that I was the sober person in a sea of fans drunk off competition, well and probably just drunk.
I read tweets saying, "At least our QB isn't a rapist!!" And of course there were Bama fans talking trash about Auburn, even though Bama was no where to be found in bowl game victory lane. FSU fans who just won, and should simply be cheering for their team, instead saying things to add insult to injury to heartbroken Auburn fans, like "Who is a War Eagle Now, Bitch?!." Auburn people saying crazy stuff like, "At least our cheerleaders don't have gonorrhea!!!!!"
And I got to thinking as I watched it all unfold, is that how I get? Hammered drunk off competitiveness?
Yes, yes it is. Absolutely. And I love it.
Because it isn't just a game. It is a thrill, it is a high, it's effing depressing, it's so personal, even though it isn't personal at all, it's the most exciting thing in the entire world, it is the most rage you will ever feel toward total strangers. It makes you want to punch a small child in the throat for wearing and cheering for the team in red and black, when he is in the house of orange and white.
And of course, no offense to ribbon twirlers, I hope to own a ribbon dancer again one day, but whoever it was that said, "It's just a game" must've been a ribbon twirler or something, because I assure you, it isn't just a game. And if I decide to take up ribbon twirling, I'll be damned if I'm not the most competitive ribbon twirler dancer that ever lived.