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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Conflicts in my wee brain

OK, so we all know I had a fabu weekend due to the Steelers winning, right? So now I wait two weeks for them to go play Seattle in Detroit. I am confident but I am not one of those people that truly believes something is destined to happen just because I say it's going to. Case in point, that God awful game against Indy where my boys went out to a nice lead and almost pissed it away in the last five damn minutes. I learned a valuable lesson there - don't get happy til the clock is on 00:00.

Anyways, some friends were going to have a Superbowl party. They were here Saturday to just sorta hang out because since we got back from vaca, we have not seen them much despite them living one street away here in the hood. So they are coming over at like 5:30 or 6 this past Saturday. We were cooking out so we were waiting on them to eat. They did not get here until almost 7. Mmmmmkay. They were grocery shopping and called earlier on to let us know they did not forget about us but they just had to put groceries up and they would be over. That took a total of 40 minutes. Not sure what they bought but damn, had to be a lot. So they finally get here and from the damn get go, the husband starts in on how the Steelers were going to lose the next day against Denver. Let me explain. This guy is not a Denver fan that I know about. He says shit like that just to be ugly. It's apparently part of his charm that I am just not getting. Ok then. I basically said "Not gonna happen." He could not let it go at that so I finally called him on it. But not before telling him what a bitch ass ho his team looked like (Indy) during the press conference (namely Peyton Manning) blaming everyone but themselves for their loss. I don't tend to rag on a team that I know someone likes because I know how that makes me feel. I mean when the Steelers got blasted last year by New England, I was bummed but happy for my boss at the time because he was a huge fan. It's called being a fucking grown up, people. Let's look it up shall we?

Anyways, he also made this lovely comment that he was GOING to have a Superbowl party but now is not so sure because he does not want to hear my mouth. Oh yeah, you read that right. He is in MY house eating MY food and says that shit. Once again, part of the charm apparently. That was supposed to be amusing. Um, ok. So now the thing is that we have no idea if they are having a party or not. To be brutally honest, I would rather not go. If he is not going to allow me to enjoy a day I have waited for and basically piss all over any enjoyment I might have, I would rather stay here. I will be tense enough. I'll be excited but I tend to get stomach aches and headaches during big games like this. I don't need this dude shitting all over me on top of all that.

My question is how to handle this? He is one of my husband's closest friends. Truth be told, they have done a lot of wonderful things for us, but this one thing is really an issue for me. Trust me, if we don't go over, it will be an issue. I have no problem saying that we are staying here but I don't want my husband to lose a friend that he works with. That's not really fair - especially since the husband does not have a problem with how this dude is. I don't know. If y'all have any advice, it is welcome. Very very welcome.

Elizabeth at 10:42 AM



at 11:37 AM Blogger mamalujo1 said...

Look, don't apologize for how you feel or for the fact that you love the Steelers, or even for how either of you may have acted. Be the bigger person, however, and apologize for the friction, or call it apologizing for both of you, if you will. Say your sorry for the misunderstanding, that you know that both of you get pretty psyched about your teams, but what you really want him to know is it's just about getting together to have a good time.

Oh and btw I tagged you. Go to my blog and see what on!

at 1:57 PM Blogger Annejelynn said...

I am soooo clueless - this past Sunday, my honey-man and I went to Trader Joes for some last minute surprise bday party food stuffs (threw a bday party for my friend Poppy) and while out driving, the place was deserted...we get in the store? It's PACKED! TOTALLY JAMMED with people raiding the snacker-type foods! all the yummy frozen/heat it up artichoke dip was gonE!!! And I was like, what the hell is going on... and one of the clerks informed me. The playoff's are today and it was then that the bell went "DING DING DING" for me and my man... DUH!

at 2:18 PM Blogger Lori said...

Clearly the guy is a dick by talking smack about your team. Hopefully they won't have their party and it'll be a moot point.

at 2:32 PM Blogger Spikey1 said...

First off... looks like my tix connection is no connection so I am available for any partay! :) Listen, just tell the dude, to relax. Football is not real life for us, just a way to blow our loads! We can cheer for whomever we want. We should all be able to play in the sandbox and the same time. If that does not work, tell him to fuck off.

I have issues perhaps eh?

at 4:31 PM Blogger Kami said...

Have your own party, and send them an invite. Then he can decide if he wants to hear "your mouth." Whatthefuckever.

at 5:31 PM Blogger Tammy said...

Agree to go. Then on the day of get a fever. Stay your ass at home.

I wouldn't go over there. It will ruin your big day.

at 9:59 PM Blogger The Kept Woman said...

I was going to suggest having your own party as well. As this guy clearly doesn't know when to quit, if you have to spend the day there with him something bad will happen.

at 9:54 AM Blogger sullen girl said...

My hubby and his friends are always brutal with me regarding college football. He and his friends all went to Purdue and I went to Ohio State... well, we definitely have some rivalry and heated arguments from time to time (I'm always right by the way) ;) Anyway, in my situation, I know they all love me regardless of the meaningless dribble that is spewing from their mouths - so I try not to take too much of it to heart. Besides, I give them as much as I get so it's pretty even. Additionally, Purdue had such a crappy season compaired to my Buckeyes so I was able to gloat week after week after week... Sigh... Life is good :D

Anyway, good luck in your situation. It sounds more dicky to me than friendly rivalry. And I agree with some of the other comments... throw your own party and blow off his.

at 10:28 AM Blogger Danielle said...

oh hell no!!!!!!11
throw your own party southern fried style!

at 10:58 AM Blogger JD's Rose said...

Truth be known, I'd like to smack him in the mouth. Ok Kylz, think logically...

Have you spoken to the hubs about it? Men are kind of dense when it comes to this sort of thing... maybe by talking to him he will stick up for you with his mate. Then all your problems would be solved one way or the other.

My links are up-dated. You are back. I'm not sure how I deleted you... weird.
And, I had to relocate! Sorry!

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at 1:39 PM Blogger Blessed & Cursed said...

Well, since the dickwad has not made it 100% clear that he's even having this party, you should say you made other plans and can't go! How can he be pissed about that? It's his own fault!!

at 1:44 PM Blogger Nap Queen said...

What a tool. When you're at someone's house as a guest, you don't act like a punk ass. I agree, have your own STEELERS party.

at 9:55 PM Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

When it comes to sports fans and their teams I generally say nothing. It’s a no-win situation for everyone.

Here in Kentucky there was a kind of truce until some idiot decided that the University of Kentucky (Blue) and the University of Louisville (Red) should play each other in basketball. At the first meeting of the two (outside of NCAA tournament games) the then governor of Kentucky, John Y, Brown, wore a blazer that was half red and half blue.

Me? I just get schizophrenic when the schools play one another: I have a degree from each school.

at 3:30 AM Blogger Michele in Michigan said...

I'd stay home & enjoy the game in the comfort of your own home. Let hubby go to his house. As long as you aren't a bitch about it, and really would rather stay home, DO IT! If it is going to bum you out to watch it by yourself, then join your hubby at his friend's house.

Then again, I may be full of shit LOL


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