When my manager, who graduated from Texas Tech, hung his huge Tech game-day flag over my cubicle at work and kept asking me for my game day prediction, all I would say is, "It's going to be a bunch to a bunch and I just hope Texas scores more." I was wrong on one of those counts.
Texas - 52
Texas Tech - 17
Once upon a time, I could stand with the best of 'em and yell and scream and put down my rivals' teams, yell, "XX Sucks!" and do all that. Not any more. I suppose I've grown up a bit. I've also had to eat those words on Monday morning at work once too often, I suppose. Let me tell you, I know what it's like to support a team that goes 4 and 7 on the season and gets routed in the process. I've sat in the endzone at the Cotton Bowl in Dallas, TX, and watched OU rip us apart for a full sixty minutes. I've also endured so much hate and bile from the fans of opposing teams that I realize how much it hurts to have something that is already disappointing rubbed in even more.
So as my co-workers torment me each week during college football season and try to get some sort of rise out of me, I calmly tell them that I simply cannot talk trash, because some words don't taste very good come Monday. And they continue to talk. They continue to consume themselves with the bitterness of seeing a rival team do so very well. They continue to bait me and see if I will come unglued and stoop to their levels. And I don't.
This Monday morning, when I go into work, and my manager walks over to my cube expecting me to gloat, all I'm going to say is how wrong I was on my prediction of the score.
Sometimes, it feels SO good to be a smug bitch!
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