I wanted to watch the Packers-Eagles game at a sports bar, so we headed to a new-to-us place... and realized that it was a place where all the Eagles fans hang out.
Uh-oh.
It was probably a good thing that I didn't wear my jersey or a hat or my cheesehead, but the first time the Packers scored, I let out a WOOOOT and my allegiance was obvious.
It was not an especially loving crowd, and a few guys would shout about the Packers sucking every time my team scored or made an especially effective play. I kept from responding (this word suck--I do not think it means what you think it means...), but oy.
We closed our tab at halftime and headed to more neutral territory. Probably a very wise mood, as the Packers ended up with a thirty-three point advantage.
It seems a bit ridiculous to use such war words as "enemy territory" and "neutral territory." Fans 1400 miles from a stadium cannot control the course of the game. Whatever will be will be.
It was not an especially loving crowd, and a few guys would shout about the Packers sucking every time my team scored or made an especially effective play. I kept from responding (this word suck--I do not think it means what you think it means...), but oy.
We closed our tab at halftime and headed to more neutral territory. Probably a very wise mood, as the Packers ended up with a thirty-three point advantage.
It seems a bit ridiculous to use such war words as "enemy territory" and "neutral territory." Fans 1400 miles from a stadium cannot control the course of the game. Whatever will be will be.
And yet, we feel the need to compete, even when it involves outcomes we absolutely cannot control.
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