The Best Saturday of My Entire Weekend

Well everyone else seems to be writing about this day or that, so I suppose I shall do the same. My Saturday started at 7 in the morning when my dad shouted up stairs for me to get up and get ready. As I rolled out of bed into the cold world of reality, I realized that this was the day of the Alabama vs. Vanderbilt game. This epiphany gave me an actual reason to get on my feet and hop in the shower.
After my cleansing, my dad, his friend, Buff, and I waited for a good 20 minutes after our estimated time of departure for my mother to finish getting ready, my mother who ironically set the original time for our exodus. We all crunched into my mothers SUV and rode for 2 hours, until we arrived at my uncle’s quaint yellow house in Nashville. After a few minutes of meeting and greeting, we decided that we should beat the rush, or try to anyway, and leave for the game.
After waiting on the stairs of the stadium for 10 minutes, we arrived at our seats to find an absolutely delightful woman, who happened to be a Vandy fan, taking up 75% of my seat. After politely explaining the situation to her and showing her my ticket, she somewhat less than politely responded that she was in her own seat. Deciding that I didn’t want to get thrown out of the stadium, I simply sat down scrunched up next to Buff. My anger slowly subsided as the game commenced and I began to forget about, as much as I could anyway, my fellow spectator on my left. The next fans that I was so lucky to be next to made me wonder why we paid Nick Saban $32 million to coach our team when we could have just hired these two gentlemen. I say this because simply by the way they talked they obviously knew everything there is to know about the game of football. They questioned coaching decisions and spouted out random facts about players on the team, clearly showing their football expertise. I also found that they believed themselves highly superior to the officiating crew, who was obviously paid by the Alabama football staff, and could see missed calls from over 100 yards away. All of this was capped off by the rain that begin to fall in the 4th quarter, at first a refreshing mist sent from the heavens that turned into a drenching downpour.
I suppose my ranting and raving would be much worse if Alabama had actually lost the game, and in the end I walked away with a feeling of satisfaction in my stomach…maybe that was the pizza. After the 2 hour ride back to my hometown of Huntsville, at sat on the couch with an old buddy of mine, who happens to be an Auburn fan, and watched the…unfortunate loss suffered by Auburn in overtime. My friend was somewhat displeased with the outcome, and my reaction, to the conclusion of that game. After I felt I had watched my required amount of college football of the day, I then proceeded to hit the sack.
I would just like to point out that much sarcasm was used in this entry, and that I am not actually crazy…well, not THAT crazy.