It’s college football season, which can only mean one thing: I’m going to lose at least four friends before we hit New Year’s Eve if past seasons and the inherent assholery of some of my friends are any indications.
Last year, this meme was posted on my wall by different friends about six times:
I’m just shocked they think I’m a classy lady all those other months.
Moving along, here is a College Football Season Code Of Conduct for friends who still want to see my Facebook statuses after January.
1. Blood does not matter. I have de-friended family due to their hard-ons for hating Alabama football. Even when Bama won the game, Family Member Zeke would traipse his redneck ass over to my wall every damned Saturday (Thursday night games threw him off so I got a break on those) and point out what Saban & Co. did wrong with joyful, childlike, horrifically misspelled glee. Zeke’s team wasn’t even playing Alabama. That’s right, Zeke chose to be a douchebag when he didn’t even have a dog in the fight. Zeke is dead to me.
2. Do you go to church regularly? Every Sunday, you say? Well, friend, your chances of being a total and complete jackass just went through the roof of Bryant Denny Stadium. Church people are the worst about posting smack on my wall. It’s incredibly difficult to follow the Minister of Music in singing “I’ll Fly Away” on Sunday morning when all your mental energy is focused on not charging the stage to rip out his spine in retaliation for blasting your team on Facebook a mere 12 hours earlier. Church people, read the Ten Commandments before you come over to my wall to post that “really funny” anti-Bama meme. God doesn’t like ugly, y’all.
3. Would you like it if I shat on your team’s jersey, set it on fire and then threw it in your yard? Yes? You’re a sick fuck. For the people who emphatically shook their heads “no”, this is for you. My Facebook wall is my house, so to speak. Do not come to my house and shit in my yard by posting a “really funny” Bama meme that you got from your Minister of Music’s wall (see Guideline 2, above). Post what you want on your own wall but don’t you dare tag me in it. That isn’t a loop hole, Einstein. It’s the passive aggressive douche canoe way to do it, for sure, but it still counts as shitting on my lawn. For my really crafty, local community college type of friends, typing my name in an anti-Bama post without tagging me in it also counts as shitting on my lawn. You ain’t smart and you ain’t sneaky. Just don’t do it. I will not miss seeing your really bad haircut, pictures of your stubby toes sporting a brand new pedicure or your 4,200 calorie dinner on Facebook. Try me, suckers.
4. Did you go to school with me? You have about a 99.7% chance of being a total twat waffle to me during college football season. Former classmates, we lived in a very, very small town. Males and females both, the following is for you: I know what you looked like in school and I have pictures. I won’t name names but I probably/definitely shot Elmer’s glue up your nose one day in retaliation for stealing my markers. You used to bring the Sears catalog to school and point out which engagement ring you were going to buy me someday. I might have accidentally pushed you off the monkey bars one day because you refused to quit pulling my pig tails even after I warned you to stop multiple times. We stuffed our training bras together because, you know, girl unity and all that shit. We traded Swatches in the hallway in between classes. I was your lookout when you just had to smoke that cigarette in the girl’s bathroom. I taught you how to kiss using the air and my own lips, bitch. You used to listen to Sting incessantly and insisted on wearing nothing but trench coats because it “looked cool” and Sting-y. I know who your very first kiss was, maybe even your first lay. I helped cover for you when you were making out hot and heavy in the back of the band bus on the way back home from away games. Do you really want to piss me off over a football game? A game that includes the two-point conversion option, which I have had to explain to you multiple times? I didn’t think so.
5. Do you know someone who went to school with me and we became “friends” through witty banter on Facebook but you’ve never actually met me in real life? I’m not sure how to say this, but your chance of being the biggest ass clown in the world just went terminal. There is no hope. You have little or nothing at stake. We have no past history so your dick grows ten times its normal size and you feel free to trash talk Bama at will to me. I have lived without your ass for 44 years and I can live without it for another 44. Tuck your tiny dick back in your pants and look up your own team’s stats for entertainment.
6. Then there are those people who don’t get excited about college football until Alabama loses and makes a bit of room for their sucky team in the standings and then suddenly, THEY ARE ALL ABOUT THE COLLEGE FOOTBALL. They want all the college football. They haven’t posted once about college football all season but suddenly turn into Lee Corsos and Kirk Herbstreits right before my eyes when The Tide takes a licking or their team pulls their heads out of their asses long enough to finally pull a two game winning streak. Football becomes EXCITING AND FUN. I call these people “bandwagoners”. I have gotten trash talk texts from people who have literally never texted me before, or at least in years, because Bama had a bad day. Those people are usually the bandwagoners. I have a new rule. Instead of ignoring your pussy texts like I did last year, I’m going to update this blog post to include your picture then send you the link every hour, on the hour, for a full 24 hours after I receive your texts. M’kay, sweetie?
7. I am capable of calmly and rationally talking football with you. If you want to engage in an unemotional, factual discussion about college football and you can resist buying into the hype and drivel the latest talking head on ESPN is spewing, let’s do it. Just don’t try to tell me how much of a legend “Johnny Football” is (Kenny Hill just blew that two year long bullshit saga out of the water last night with his performance against South Carolina) or that Bumfuck State may be able to make a run to the big game because they have a new water boy.
8. Know your own team. I met a Texas A&M Aggie fan last summer. He was in a big group of people I went out to dinner with back home and was proudly wearing his Aggie cap. It was August and football camps had started. He got this smug “Oh, this is cute, I’ll bash Bama football with a defenseless girl” look on his face and attempted to do just that. It took very little time for me to discover that he didn’t even know the date of the upcoming Alabama vs. Aggie game or basic stats of the previous season’s game between our teams yet he proudly boasted and crowed about beating Bama. He didn’t know who the Aggies were playing in the first game of the season. I quickly relieved him of the notion that girls don’t know anything about football and I had the smug “Aren’t you cute?” look in the end. Not to pick on Aggie fans, but I’ve also talked football with an Aggie who, although he most definitely knew who “Johnny Football” was, could not tell me the name of his Head Coach. It’s Sumlin, by the way. Don’t insult me by attempting to belittle my team when you don’t know shit about your own.
9. There are exceptions to every rule. Last year, someone tried to call me out on what they saw as inconsistency in doling out my football policy. There is literally one person who can get away with (although I might not talk to his ass for a week or so) joking with me about Alabama football. He is an Oklahoma Sooner fan and long before OU kicked Bama’s ass in the Sugar Bowl last season, he supported me. He supported me as a friend because he’s certainly not a Bama fan. He knows the emotion I have for my team because he has the same for his team. He knows how completely gut wrenching and literally sickening it is when you lose a football game when you care so much, when your every Saturday is completely structured around your team’s game, when offseason is spent comparing recruit stats and Depth Chart Day actually means something. There have been many times during a game when things were looking down for Bama and my friend would send me a message, pointing out Bama’s strengths and not our weaknesses, telling me and E not to go into a spiraling depression, that Bama’s “got this”, even when we didn’t believe they did. His wife, who has family in Alabama, sent me an Alabama Scentsy warmer for Christmas. These unseen-by-most and very rare acts of football fandom kindness earn them a bit of extra leeway. If that means I’m a hypocrite, so be it.
10. I’m leaving this one blank because I’m sure some dipshit will make me amend these guidelines sometime this football season.
Y’all support your teams, be your team’s biggest fan, get naked and wear your team’s colors all over your body on game day and please send me a picture if you do that. But play nice. Stick to your own wall and don’t shit in someone else’s yard. I’ve done it, I’m not innocent but the last several years have really opened my eyes to what “friendly joking” is and isn’t.
Being an Alabama fan has provided me with lots of opportunities to boast. Many, many times, I could have retaliated by posting memes and jokes on friend’s walls after Bama pummeled their team, after that friend had posted trash talk and memes on my wall the whole week before the game. Some won’t believe this but I get the greatest satisfaction from winning by remaining silent. If you have a huge dick, you don’t have to shove a tube sock down your pants. Feel free to make that your Inspirational Quote Of The Day but be sure to credit me. Oh… and ROLL DAMN TIDE!