Sadly, there is a point in every college football season when all my hopes and dreams come crashing down. You would think that after spending more than half my life being an Aggie, I wouldn’t be caught by surprise. Yet every fresh football season finds me thinking about how I’ll make sure I can attend the conference championship game and, lo, maybe even the national championship game. And then reality comes crashing in and I am once again free to make all manner of plans without factoring in football championships.
That point for me this year was Saturday night.
It was so bad that I couldn’t even watch any other football games for the rest of the evening because just the sound of football on the T.V. caused me to feel angst. I had PTFS (post-traumatic football syndrome) Normally, I go the message boards for solace and to commiserate with other Aggies who feel the same way, but I couldn’t even do that because everyone was all BURN IT ALL DOWN, LIFE IS A MEANINGLESS TOILING IN THE WIND and I was beyond being able to care that deeply.
Although I will say I noticed a shift in my football misery of yore because as frustrated as I was by our offense’s complete inability to move the ball, I felt even worse for poor Kyle Allen’s mama when they showed her in the stands because I knew as miserable as everyone else felt, her pain had to be all that times a thousand. However, she did have on a super cute striped cardigan/top of some kind that I would go back and look at more closely if I didn’t immediately erase the game from both my DVR and my memory.
As for the rest of the weekend – it was a slow one around here. On Thursday night we had Mimi and Bops over for dinner because Bops was celebrating his 70th birthday. P fried fish and I made a pecan pie for dessert. Then on Friday the rain started causing Caroline’s soccer practice to be cancelled so just the three of us ran to Sushi Zushi for dinner. I personally am no longer a fan of sushi, but they love it and I didn’t feel that hungry anyway so it seemed like a good time to deviate from our normal Friday night Mexican food.
By Saturday morning the rain was really coming down and so P made us breakfast tacos and we just watched Gameday (Oh, that was such an innocent time filled with so much optimism. I actually got furious with Herbstreit for picking Ole Miss because I thought he was totally wrong.) and then spent the rest of the day doing laundry and picking up around the house before it was time to watch the Aggies. Then I started not feeling great late Saturday afternoon, made the executive decision to shower and get back in my pajamas, and we all ate various leftovers for dinner. We keep a fast social pace over here.
Oh! But here’s something exciting.
On Friday Amazon announced that they would now offer Prime Now one hour delivery in San Antonio. And so about 3:00 Saturday afternoon I realized I had a grocery list that was getting progressively longer and it was pouring down rain and so I got on my Prime Now app, ordered almost everything on my list and it was delivered to my doorstep an hour later just like I was a member of the Jetson family. The future is now and it involves getting a six-pack of Viva paper towels delivered right to your doorstep. Someday we will tell our grandkids about how we used to have to go an actual grocery store and push a cart down the aisle…uphill…through the snow…both ways.
I cannot overstate the magnitude of this development and what it means for my quality of life.
It’s almost enough to ease my sorrow over the state of the Aggie’s offense.
Almost.
Although I have vowed I’m emotionally distancing myself for the rest of the season. Or until next week. Whatever.