I love Jesus, but I curse a little....
Okay, y'all guys, that's a damn lie. I curse a LOT, like, ALL THE WORDS. I say them. Probably at least a few times a day, just ask my friend Rachael who can hear every breath I take over our shared wall in our gallery offices. I do love Jesus, that part is true.
On Saturdays and Sundays, I curse even more, and I say "Jesus!"
Sometimes, I am asking him to intervene. For instance, when the Razorbacks were down 21-zip, Stephen and I were sitting in Chili's getting our pregame on before the Texas Tech kickoff and after checking the Razorback score, I said, "Jesus". In my heart I was begging him to get into those Hogs and help 'em out. I mean, seriously, y'all guys, I thought it was bad then! And you know what else? I heart me some Gus Malzahn. I am on the Gus Bus, every game, rooting for Auburn except when they bend my Razorbacks over and spank the hell out of 'em! Shit.
Sometimes, I am praising him, like when my Razorbacks pulled out that TD at the end of the TCU game in overtime a few weeks ago. It was a frenzy of praise in our house, "Jesus! Thank you Lord, Sweet Baby Jesus!" and I meant it with all of my tiny little grinch heart.
And then sometimes, I am just calling out to him, like, "Dude, are you seeing this shit?" This was the case at the Texas Tech game this weekend.
And before I get any further into this, let me just say, that generally speaking, we really love the folks we sit around at the Tech games. We get to sit in the section next to where all the players' parents sit, and the group of us in our little block of season tickets are all pretty passionate about our team. The seats immediately in front of us are purchased by maybe a group or something, because it is different people every game, but the same folks that were showing up last year if that makes any sense. So you know, familiar faces, but not friends. Acquaintances.
So we are standing the entire time on Saturday night, rooting for our Red Raiders. The stadium is buzzing with anxiety and excitement, the place is packed and our boys are playing well. It was glorious compared to the previous game. Keke Coutee, which is super fun to say, is running down the field, slowing a bit on his way out of bounds on the Visitor side and an OU player, who is supposedly hurt, and not even dressed out, Samaje Perine, shoves the hell out of Coutee, to the point that he grabs another OU player to keep from hitting the damn ground, and no flag is pulled. In my anger, I call out, "Jesus!", you know, in my "Dude, are you seeing this shit?" tone, and the man standing in front of me turns around and says to me, "Yeah, He walked on water and you shouldn't use His name like that."
So I'm kind of shocked, because a) Mmmkay. and b) he isn't my dad, but I give him a small smile feeling a bit like an ass for offending someone.
Shortly thereafter, The OU QB, Baker Mayfield picked up a personal foul for taunting and the student section, along with the man in front of me, who just reprimanded me, starts shouting "F*ck you, Baker"! Hypocrite much? Sheesh.
With me, you get what you see. I am exactly this girl. I love Jesus, but I curse a little.
And to all y'all who are whining about Tech being hard on OU, get your thumb out of your damn mouth and quit acting like you've never been a passionate asshole for your team. Pussies.
Okay, y'all guys, that's a damn lie. I curse a LOT, like, ALL THE WORDS. I say them. Probably at least a few times a day, just ask my friend Rachael who can hear every breath I take over our shared wall in our gallery offices. I do love Jesus, that part is true.
On Saturdays and Sundays, I curse even more, and I say "Jesus!"
Sometimes, I am asking him to intervene. For instance, when the Razorbacks were down 21-zip, Stephen and I were sitting in Chili's getting our pregame on before the Texas Tech kickoff and after checking the Razorback score, I said, "Jesus". In my heart I was begging him to get into those Hogs and help 'em out. I mean, seriously, y'all guys, I thought it was bad then! And you know what else? I heart me some Gus Malzahn. I am on the Gus Bus, every game, rooting for Auburn except when they bend my Razorbacks over and spank the hell out of 'em! Shit.
Sometimes, I am praising him, like when my Razorbacks pulled out that TD at the end of the TCU game in overtime a few weeks ago. It was a frenzy of praise in our house, "Jesus! Thank you Lord, Sweet Baby Jesus!" and I meant it with all of my tiny little grinch heart.
And then sometimes, I am just calling out to him, like, "Dude, are you seeing this shit?" This was the case at the Texas Tech game this weekend.
And before I get any further into this, let me just say, that generally speaking, we really love the folks we sit around at the Tech games. We get to sit in the section next to where all the players' parents sit, and the group of us in our little block of season tickets are all pretty passionate about our team. The seats immediately in front of us are purchased by maybe a group or something, because it is different people every game, but the same folks that were showing up last year if that makes any sense. So you know, familiar faces, but not friends. Acquaintances.
So we are standing the entire time on Saturday night, rooting for our Red Raiders. The stadium is buzzing with anxiety and excitement, the place is packed and our boys are playing well. It was glorious compared to the previous game. Keke Coutee, which is super fun to say, is running down the field, slowing a bit on his way out of bounds on the Visitor side and an OU player, who is supposedly hurt, and not even dressed out, Samaje Perine, shoves the hell out of Coutee, to the point that he grabs another OU player to keep from hitting the damn ground, and no flag is pulled. In my anger, I call out, "Jesus!", you know, in my "Dude, are you seeing this shit?" tone, and the man standing in front of me turns around and says to me, "Yeah, He walked on water and you shouldn't use His name like that."
So I'm kind of shocked, because a) Mmmkay. and b) he isn't my dad, but I give him a small smile feeling a bit like an ass for offending someone.
Shortly thereafter, The OU QB, Baker Mayfield picked up a personal foul for taunting and the student section, along with the man in front of me, who just reprimanded me, starts shouting "F*ck you, Baker"! Hypocrite much? Sheesh.
With me, you get what you see. I am exactly this girl. I love Jesus, but I curse a little.
And to all y'all who are whining about Tech being hard on OU, get your thumb out of your damn mouth and quit acting like you've never been a passionate asshole for your team. Pussies.
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