Football: West Virginia University at Colorado University, 09/18/08

I am a huge West Virginia University football fan. I don't miss a game on television ever, but I haven't been to one in person since I was a student there back in the mid 1990s.

Until last night.

My son, bless him, he is seven years old and a big Colorado University football fan. He was born here, he says, so logically he should cheer for them. He loves nothing more than to rub it in my face when my team loses, and to cheer when his wins. He went with me last night and had a blast. It was the perfect storm: his favorite team, my favorite team, his first college football game ever, and my first in over a decade-- and all right here in Boulder, Colorado. When would that ever happen again?

$102 per ticket, and I bought four of them.

I had originally intended to take Cindy and her son with me, but after I recently called for an end to our relationship I didn't feel it was appropriate (even though she would have still gone). Part of me felt rotten about that, but not so much. Amanda and her brother were then going to come instead but she canceled last week, ostensibly due to work obligations. However, I think the end result was much better: I took Matt (my friend and manager at work) and my new friend Elena. I could see myself liking Elena a lot, but it is true that we are still new and I should try to take things slowly and get to know her. I'm glad she came, though.


My thoughts on the game and West Virginia's program:

* The Mountaineers played much better in this game than the trouncing at East Carolina last week, which is a positive. It sucks that we took another hit in the L column, but I believe we may be turning the corner now.

* I didn't understand why coach Bill Stewart and his staff decided to make so many off-season changes to the West Virginia offense, but I think they are realizing that and trying to get back to what this particular unit does best. Taking a recipe for success and throwing it away made no sense to me.

* Pat White would be considered an awesome passer if he had any receivers that want to catch. If a ball hits a receiver in the hands and the ball is dropped, that receiver isn't doing his job. At all. Everyone is going to stack against the run unless we can get some downfield catches going on.

* The offensive line is soft. They got pushed around badly last week, and now here at Colorado they never got a jump on the defense when all we needed were inches. This is going to kill us if it isn't fixed fast, and has already lost us two games.

* The defense played much better in the second half. Kudos for the adjustments that were made.


I'm a CU fan as well (just not in this one game, hah). Dan Hawkins is clearly turning this program around for the better and I see Big 12 championships in the near future. The CU student section was loud, impressive, and well-coordinated.

My son ran for a long touchdown in his flag football league game on Tuesday night and thought that was the best thing ever. In the end, when everyone erupted in cheers and rushed the field at the CU game, he saw for the first time the glories of big-time success. Hopefully it will leave a taste in his mouth that he needs to whet often for the rest of his future, whether it's in football or whatever else he chooses to pursue.

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In other news:

* Cindy has been e-mailing me at work the last couple of days, but I have been ignoring. I really don't want to restart talks with her. I'm so done with it.

* Amanda flipped out on me when I told her I was seeing someone (Elena), and hasn't spoken since. It's interesting how quickly the veil of 'friendship' was torn to shreds.

* Teresa is breaking Isaiah's little heart. I wish she would move back here and be a mother to him, but her sole motivation appears to be money and having her fun. It's going to devastate him when he finally realizes that she doesn't care for him at all. :(

-Ox.

Here again.

Why am I blogging again. It wasn't a question so much as a protest, or maybe a whine. Maybe I'm doing it because I think "she" might someday look here again.

A lot has happened in the last several weeks. No one will see this.

First of all, I had to let a friend go. She was getting on my last nerve with wanting to have sex with me, and I had zero attraction to her at all. The pouting, the crying-- it really got to me. I can be pretty picky about whom I want to be with in that way. It clearly wasn't her.

Cindy tried to guilt trip me about abandoning our friendship in any way she could, even pulling out the child card and saying her kid was now having trouble in school because of me. The fact is, her kid is a good reader with nothing else going for him but social problems. It has to do with his tantrums and wicked little fits. You'd think she would be thankful or something for my teaching him how to swim, how to ride a bicycle, how to make friends, how to catch and throw a ball-- basically how to function as a seven-year-old boy who has been babied so much his entire life that he cries if rain gets him wet. Hell, even his father is getting back into his life because of me.

Anyway.

So "she" waltzed into the office one day. I saw her right when she got off the elevator. My job requires that I had (inaccurate operator right there) to give her computer training the very next day. I wore my dark brown shirt, the one that contrasts nicely with the blue eyes and brings out the color in my hair-- not my words, obviously. I didn't realize the bait had actually set until about a week later when she was flirting pretty heavily. The next two weeks were fraught with sexy texts, sexy pics, and sexy phone calls.

But a funny thing happened.

She said no. I wanted to kiss her while she was looking so fine sitting on my living room floor. But that cheek turned, and I was devastated inside. Yes, I already knew she didn't want to have a relationship with me. She's 25, and unattached, and single. Clearly, I have a kid. But I thought for sure she was attracted to me in that way. Yes, in "that way".

I've spent the last two weeks trying to figure out what the fuck she wants with me. She feigns upset when I don't ask her over for a few days, or ask her to lunch, or say goodbye before I leave the office. I ask her over and she says no, or says yes and then cancels. I give her grief over the nature of our (cough) relationship-- I hate that fucking word sometimes-- and she will call and fight profusely to keep me on the string. I still don't get it.

Or her.

So I met another girl. She is probably more my type. Just about the same age as "her", also hella good looking, but not afraid to go for the goods. She's an investment manager or something. We met for lunch and I swear we sat in the truck for two hours after and talked. And kissed. She reached over and unzipped my jeans, and went right down. I gotta say, it was a nice departure from all this cat and mouse shit. And right there in the fucking parking lot.

I just want to make sure you aren't going to get upset when I see other people, "she" said. The thing is, I probably would have. Not at her, but at myself. I liked her style, her wit, those eyes, her ass. I've found myself getting hit on a lot lately for some reason, and found myself saying "no" nearly just as much. I thought "she" was someone I would have a long, passionate type of friendship with, the kind of friends everyone ought to have once in their life.

So here I am again, trying to sort this stuff out... maybe just make notes about what is happening in my life.

-Ox.