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Sunday was the weirdest day of my life, bar none. I guess I should explain. I am an atypical sports fan. I think it stems from the fact I was an athlete, a runner in college and did pretty well. Not quite Olympic caliber, but not for lack of trying and training. As a result, I hung around with lots of athletes, male and female. This also means, now that I am a few years away from my own serious athletic days, I am a fan of a number of sports including football and baseball. Why atypical? I discovered that the ratio of fans to non-fans amongst the lesbians I have known is much lower than other folks I have known. I don’t know if that really true across the whole population of women who prefer women, but it’s been my experience. I would also hazard a guess that the ratio is even lower for gay men. Again, just my own personal experience, I mean you go to a party with a bunch of gay girls and boys and ask for them to flip a TV onto a football game and see the reaction!Okay, how does that play into this weird-ass day? Well, for football I am a NY Giants fan. I have been one for all my life. This particular season has been awful! My Giants sucked! There is no easy way to say it, and I have never been one to mince words. I am still a Giants fan, no matter what!I do have a second favorite team — whoever is playing the Dallas Cowboys. I have never liked the Cowboys, but back when I was a kid someone hung the moniker of “America’s Team” on them. I mean ‘America’s team? No freaking way! They are the Dallas Cowboys, there is no “America’s team”! After that, they went from the disliked Cowboys to the hated Cowboys.So that sets the stage for the last week of the regular 2019 season. The Cowboys were playing the Washington Redskins and the Philadelphia Eagles were playing my Giants. Both the Giants and Redskins were well out of playoff consideration, but if the Eagles won they would clinch the division and eliminate the hated Cowboys. Ankara bayan escort If the Giants beat the Eagles and the Cowboys beat the Redskins, then the Cowboys would win the division and go to the post-season. Got the picture?What this means to me, a Giants fan is I had to root for the Eagles to beat my Giants in order to eliminate the hated Cowboys. An alternative would be to root for the Redskins to beat the Cowboys for the same result. I know, how sad is that, having to root for two rivals within my own division because my Giants had a horrific season. So there, the stage is set. I decided that since it was the Sunday after Christmas and most of my friends and family were busy with other things, I would hit my favorite sports pub and watch the two games.This sports pub is a good one. It’s not a gay or lesbian bar, but it has a reputation for being gay-friendly. This means that no one is going to hassle you as long as you keep sex off the tables. It was nice to have a place where gays and straights really did co-exist. I know lots of groups make lip-service for co-existence, but the reality is usually some form of tolerance rather than actual co-existence. On game days this sports pub was always crowded and everyone was usually focused on the games rather than any typical bar behavior of people trying to hook-up and get laid. In other words, I love watching games there. I knew a bunch of the regulars and always had a good time, even when my Giants lose — which was often this season.So I put on an Eli Manning jersey and headed out. Since I was flying solo, I took a small table off to the side. The main crowd was interested in some of the more critical games like Ravens-Steelers and Dolphins-Patriots. I had a good view of both of the games I was interested in. In walked a couple I didn’t know, but I knew I didn’t like her right away because she was wearing a Dallas Escort bayan Ankara Cowboy Ezekiel Elliot jersey. Of course, she ended up sitting right next to me at the next small table, she and her boyfriend, who was wearing a Packers hat. The Cowboy bitch and I made brief eye contact but pretty much ignored each other as the games started.So there I sat, with her back to my right as I tried to watch my games. I was also subjected to her and her guy having a small argument. I didn’t catch the details, I really tried to ignore it. I am not nosey by nature — I’m not, so quit laughing! I really was more interested in the games.By halftime, the Cowboys were beating the Redskins handily. It really was to be expected, the Redskins were having a worse year than my Giants. So that meant I had to root for the Eagles to beat the Giants to keep the Cowboys out of the postseason! See, life fucking sucks sometimes! Philly was up 10 – 7 over the Giants, but they were having trouble stopping them from moving the ball. I was torn between wanting my Giants to make a comeback or just fold to screw the hated Cowboys.Meanwhile, the argument at the next table was getting a little louder and I caught some of it. It was about the games and something one or the other had to do about a bet. I was too into the game as it picked up and toward the end of the third quarter, the Cowboys were well ahead of their game and the Giants and Phillies were tied at 17. That’s when one weird thing happened, the Cowboy slut to my right started rooting for my Giants. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone or something.She cheered the Giants’ last score and we caught each other’s eye and broke out laughing. She turned her chair and the two of us started talking. It was funny hearing her bitching about having to root for the Giants in exactly the same tone I was using about having to root for the Eagles. It really was Bayan escort Ankara a weird predicament and we both saw the humor in it. No, that wasn’t what made this such an incredibly weird day, but it relates or I wouldn’t be boring you with the details.At the end of the third quarter, Philly went ahead 20-17. My new Cowboy sort-of-nemesis was looking a bit dejected. As the fourth quarter went on, Philadelphia scored again, stretching the lead to 10. My nemesis was really looking down as the Giants kept punting the ball. About halfway through the fourth quarter the guy she was with went to … ‘drain a vein’ … as he so inelegantly put it. Stacy, my new frenemy looked about ready to burst into tears. Now, I know I can be cold and callous at times, or at least I try to be, especially about the Cowboys, but the look on her face was not just about the Cowboys being eliminated. I finally got her to tell me.“We made a bet at the beginning of the season. If either of our teams missed the playoffs…”“Yes?” I asked, now more curious then I had any right to be.“The loser has to have sex…” She looked down. “With a stranger.”“What?”“I know, it was a stupid bet, but he talked me into it. He kept saying to look at the Cowboys, they should have been miles ahead of anyone else. He’s been on me about it all season. I wouldn’t have held him to it. I mean look at most of the guys in here, sex with one of them for his enjoyment!”“No, not that. You made a bet to fuck a stranger?”“Yes. The bet is that we have to pick up someone right in front of the other and go have sex with them either in the bar or out in the car. It has to be a stranger. ““Why would you make such a bet?”“As I said, he talked me into it. His fucking Packers shouldn’t have had a chance the way they ended things last year. I figured at worst they would both make it. But there was no way the Cowboys could not make it. Come on, with Dak, Zeke, and the lack of any power teams in the division.”“I hate to tell you this, but Philly scored again. They’re up by 17.” She all but broke into tears. Then the asshole boyfriend came back and I could hear him gloating. I hate gloaters! It’s one thing to win a bet, but to rub it in so badly. He couldn’t see how bad it was making Stacy feel.
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