Today was the official start of football season.
Yes, I realize we are the third week in, but today was the first game of the season that my dad and I watched at the bar, the Redskins first win, so, for me, the official start of the season.
My dad shows up to my house around 12ish, and we left for the bar not long after. I love the bar we go to because it's one of the few bars up my way that supports the Redskins. While it plays every game, the big screen is always reserved for the 'Skins, and it always gets a good crowd.
Which leads me to the point I'm writing this:
Is it too much to ask for women to stay home on game day?
There is no reason for a woman, who's not a football fan, to go to a sports bar on game day.
Listen, ladies, if you are going to the bar because you think your boyfriend wants you there, you're wrong. He doesn't. And, if he does, he has problems.
If you are going to the bar because you can't let your boyfriend/husband out of your site for more than 5 minutes, you have problems.
And if you're going to meet men, well, you'll be better off until waiting until the game's over. I've met one or two women at bars while The Game is on, but, honestly, I didn't spend too much time talking to them. Priorities.
If you are going to watch The Game, by all means, go! Because it's women like you who don't irritate the piss out of me. You'll understand, relate to and even join in the excitement that happens while watching The Game.
See, when I watch football, I get loud. I yell at the TV, I hoot, I hollar, I high five. I really get into the game. The last two women I lived with would actually leave the house on game day if I didn't go to a bar. God bless them.
But, for some reason, women who go to a sports bar on game day don't like it when someone, God forbid, gets loud when their team does well. Or not-so-well. Or plays football.
Today, as I was enjoying the game, there was a woman standing behind me who appeared to be waiting for someone. Well, scratch that. I realized there was a woman behind me waiting for someone when that someone came in the door and she waved him over to where she was standing. I probably would have never even noticed that if her hand hadn't moved in my peripheral vision.
Anyway, he walks over and they chit-chat a bit when I hear her say, "I don't know if we want to stand here. He's loud and cheers a lot. Plus he jumps up a lot." Okay, in her defense, she wasn't snotty about it. She was simply making a suggestion. But, in my defense, by "jumps up a lot", I'm fairly certain she meant "slides out of his chair and cheers his team." Plus, I'm at a sports bar on game day. That's what guys do.
But she didn't piss me off. She just slightly irritated me. I'm fairly certain my eyes involuntarily rolled. But, like I said, she wasn't snotty. Not like the last time it happened.
Last season, my dad and I were at the same bar and I was showing the same exuberance. A woman in the table in front of us turned around at one particularly joyous occasion (be it a touchdown or interception) and said, "Would you mind keeping it down, some? You're really loud."
What the fuck? I'm in a SPORTS BAR on GAME DAY. Did she expect a fucking tea party?
I stared at her for a beat, determining what to say. I looked at her boyfriend, determining what to say. What he said surprised me.
"I'm really, really sorry." He said to me.
Then he looked at her.
"You are so embarassing. Lets go. Now."
He got up and headed for the door. She gave me a dirty look, as if it were my fault she was an idiot, and followed him.
I have to hand it to the dude. He balled up. No doubt he got cut off for that little maneuever, for numerous, nonsensical reasons. But he did the right thing and took one for the team.
So, ladies, on game day, unless you are a football fan, do all sports fans a favor and stay out of the sports bars.