I'm a Pats fan because Tom Brady is hot!
The Sunday before last was game one of the 2007 NFL season, we decided to venture out into Pacific Beach sporting our new Charger gear. We ended up at Longboards which is primarily a Patriots bar. San Diego is the farthest distance you could possibly be from New England and still be in the US, yet there's more Patriots fans in Southern California than anywhere else. The Pats played the 10am game which allowed time to get a few beers in us, find a table and wait for our 1pm kickoff.
While standing around half watching the stupid Patriots and half scouting for a table, we noticed a girl in a Steelers jersey. We noticed her because she was extremely loud and it was clear she wanted attention. She was hopping from circle to circle, flipping her hair and blowing smoke on everyone. We shared a few glances and went on about our business.
Eventually, we found a killer table right in the center of the bar. Unfortunately, Steelers Jersey had set up base camp right in front of us. She wasn't watching the game, but she sure wanted to talk about it. I have always found it interesting that the person running their mouth the most about a sports team never watches them play and usually knows the least about the game.
At one point, she zeroed in on Jenny's new Philip Rivers jersey and must have had some discussion about girls in jerseys with the guys standing around her. She bounced over to her and said something I couldn't hear. They had an exchange and she retreated back to her group of panting idiots. Jenny looked at me confused and I asked her what happened. She said, "That girl just asked me who the Charger's starting kicker is." I said, with a tinge of fear, "What did you tell her?". "I said, the starting kicker... are you talking about Nate Kaeding?". I breathed a sigh of equal parts relief and pride. "What did she say?" "She said thanks." I asked, "Was she quizzing you because you're wearing a jersey?" Jenny said, "Yeah, I think so.".
This is not to say that her little experiment wouldn't have worked on 80% of the girls in there, she just picked the wrong one.
Here is why the exchange was funny; That girl is the same girl in every sports bar that is decked out in some east coast team gear who doesn't care about the game yet insists on loudly contesting every official's decision because she thinks guys like chicks who watch sports and she is an attention whore. Little piece of advice for you single chicks out there, don't be that girl. Nobody likes that girl. The problem with shows like "My Boys" is that they facilitate this notion that guys want to date guys with vaginas. We don't. This is not to say that we don't want you to like sports or cars or whatever, but have a real interest in it. We know you're full of shit the second you start cheering during replays. You'll still get attention, but it's not for your team spirit. It's because you have boobs and are clearly stupid enough to sleep with us.
While standing around half watching the stupid Patriots and half scouting for a table, we noticed a girl in a Steelers jersey. We noticed her because she was extremely loud and it was clear she wanted attention. She was hopping from circle to circle, flipping her hair and blowing smoke on everyone. We shared a few glances and went on about our business.
Eventually, we found a killer table right in the center of the bar. Unfortunately, Steelers Jersey had set up base camp right in front of us. She wasn't watching the game, but she sure wanted to talk about it. I have always found it interesting that the person running their mouth the most about a sports team never watches them play and usually knows the least about the game.
At one point, she zeroed in on Jenny's new Philip Rivers jersey and must have had some discussion about girls in jerseys with the guys standing around her. She bounced over to her and said something I couldn't hear. They had an exchange and she retreated back to her group of panting idiots. Jenny looked at me confused and I asked her what happened. She said, "That girl just asked me who the Charger's starting kicker is." I said, with a tinge of fear, "What did you tell her?". "I said, the starting kicker... are you talking about Nate Kaeding?". I breathed a sigh of equal parts relief and pride. "What did she say?" "She said thanks." I asked, "Was she quizzing you because you're wearing a jersey?" Jenny said, "Yeah, I think so.".
This is not to say that her little experiment wouldn't have worked on 80% of the girls in there, she just picked the wrong one.
Here is why the exchange was funny; That girl is the same girl in every sports bar that is decked out in some east coast team gear who doesn't care about the game yet insists on loudly contesting every official's decision because she thinks guys like chicks who watch sports and she is an attention whore. Little piece of advice for you single chicks out there, don't be that girl. Nobody likes that girl. The problem with shows like "My Boys" is that they facilitate this notion that guys want to date guys with vaginas. We don't. This is not to say that we don't want you to like sports or cars or whatever, but have a real interest in it. We know you're full of shit the second you start cheering during replays. You'll still get attention, but it's not for your team spirit. It's because you have boobs and are clearly stupid enough to sleep with us.
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