Monday, March 19, 2012
A March Madness Love Story
In January 2002, I was enrolled in a vehicle extrication class that was necessary to complete my Emergency Medicine degree from Eastern. It was actually a pretty cool class where we learned all sorts of techniques to help treat and remove injured patients from wrecked vehicles. A very attractive football player sat next to me in class, wearing this horrible Louisville hat every Friday morning at 8 am. Perhaps the hat was why I didn't hit on him sooner? We had a few flirtatious interactions during the class, but it ended after 8 weeks, and I didn't think much about it, or him. Until April 5, 2002 when he waltzed into the Richmond Arby's (where I was working the drive thru) to eat dinner, wearing that terrible Louisville Cardinals hat. I proceeded to tell him (he says flirtatiously, I remember being more rude?) he was not welcome to eat in my store, wearing that piece of crap hat. I was due for a break and was going to go sit with him and eat, but we were too busy. I do recall he came back to the counter quite a few times for (probably unnecessary) extra sauce packets. I thought he'd left without saying goodbye, when I heard his voice in my ear piece, asking to order something else, just so he could come through and talk to me. I wrote my number on a napkin, and as they say, the rest is history.
So I am madly in love with a Cards fan. How can I hate the Cardinals like lots of other Cats fans do? I just can't do it. Now I find myself cheering for them (eek! I know!), so long as they aren't playing UK. I am actually worried that we are breeding Cards fans, though try as I might to dress them in blue and teach them to cheer C-A-T-S, Cats, Cats, Cats! They are daddy's girls, and alas, this puts me in a bad spot. Bribe them to be Cats fans? Check. Buy them cute UK clothes? Check. Beg and plead for them to say, "Cats rule and Cards drool?" Well, I begged, they refused. I've decided maybe Lilly will be a lawyer when she grows up because she successfully plays both sides, saying she is both Cats and Cards. I told Carl, we'd better be careful not to push for a choice too much or they'll end up going to college somewhere like UT. Now THAT would be horrible! (just kidding people!)
Now it's bracket time, and yes my five year old DID pick the Lehigh/Duke upset, as well as several other heralded upsets this past weekend. Our brackets probably won't win any money, but a little family friendly competition is what started this household, and I wouldn't change it for the world!!