My lovely wife, who makes friends wherever she goes, recently made an effort to introduce me to a friend's husband because "he loves football like you do."
Fast forward to the meeting. I pull up to the house in my truck with the power T license plate on the front and Vols decals on the rear window. It's real clear where my loyalties lie.
Well what do you know, He's a huge bammer fan. The worst kind. The ones with Tennessee tags and a bama frame.
We actually got along fine, he wasn't a bad guy and there was just good natured smack talk and all was well.I later had to explain to my wife the nature of rivalries and this is how I chose to do so:
These aren't just rivalries. They are blood feuds and what you did was the equivalent of: "Oh, your husband is in a gang? Mine too! Let's get them together so they can chat and hang out"
MS-13 MEET 18th STREET! HAVE FUN KIDS!
On the bright side, he is a Titans fan as I am. Not sure if that's bad or good that we had common ground.
