It started with a few whiskey and Cokes before walking into Amon G. Carter stadium to watch our Horns dismantle the Hornfrogs. Being the only Burnt Orange spot in a sea of Purple (at least for a few rows) it was awesome. The guy next to me, "we don't do Horns down". Me, "look at the screen you stupid motherfucker, you are Sooner trash. You hate us more than you like yourselves. This is Fat Gar's Super Bowl, and we haven't thrown a pass this quarter (4th)". He was dejected, almost a flip phone moment, but I don't have a flip phone. We hit a restaurant, don't remember which one, but I gotta go get my phone from there this afternoon.
Come home and "sleep" most of it off. Mrs. CHIEF and CHIEF Jr. wake me up to watch "sometimes a Pirate beats a Soldier". That pesky whiskey bottle was still out, well it was after I dug it outta my trunk (not that trunk, the car trunk). Apparently, I have shit to do today besides going back to Ft. Worth and getting my phone. What a glorious weekend.
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