Please excuse the alternative title. To get reader hits, you have to name it something sexy for the Dawgbone crowd.
To the point at hand – No, I’m not ready for tomorrow. I have a ticket, a new gameday shirt, some bourbon, a place to stay, etc. But emotionally, I’m a wreck. I realized why.
This season is a rebound. An emotional rebound. Last year I was dating the girl who I thought I’d end up with only to have her say no and close the ring-box in my face (don’t click unless you love misery). Yeah, there was a hookup with some gutterslut a few weeks after the initial heartbreak, but I’ve been holed up in my house eating massive bowls of cereal for every meal since.
Am I ok just because a spring and summer have gone by? Hell no. Hell mother f-ing no. I’m a hot damn mess.
Don’t get me wrong, I want to like this rebound team a lot. There’s a lot of talent, upside,
and my friends speak highly of her.
I just get the feeling like this one isn’t going to work. Maybe she’s a little too young. Not creepy old man young, but you know, a little too immature for me at this stage of my life to feel assured she’s committed to what I want.
Look, I’m going to the game. I’ll be there, going nuts, yelling profanity at children, religious zealots, and the prude blog-commenters who think urinating on north campus is a crime or something. I’ll simultaneously make proud and shame both halves of our fanbase, like always.
I just don’t know if my heart has healed enough yet. But maybe, just maybe, like the last time I got close to the prize, the first date after that relationship ended will be fantastic, like this one was:
If anyone else feels this way, let me know. Thanks for listening.