January 02, 2013

When the ESP Lines Get Crossed

Dinner conversation tonight.

T: UF is going to CRUSH Louisville.

Bones: I think it will be 31-10.

T: I chose 35-10.

Ringo: Really?

Bones: He wanted my score, but he won't choose what I choose.

T: Right. So Mom, pick a score.

I closed my eyes, put my hands out in a meditation pose, thumb to fingertip, closed my eyes, "OOOOOOOHHHHHHMMMMM"... opened them, looked up to the sky as if praying and said, "17-10".

And I picked up my fork and commenced eating.

T: Are you nuts?

I looked quizzically at him, dropped my fork, went back into my meditation pose, "OOOOHHHHMMMM", opened them again, shook my head and said, "Nope! 17-10".

Bones: Geez.

Me: Look, you have rose colored glasses as to what this season was about. You don't remember all the screaming and yelling and craziness and they nearly disappointed you... consistently. I lived that 10th level of hell. I stand by my score.

Louisville is currently kicking UF's ass and I am in the dining room doing some work on my laptop. I yelled into the family room, "YOU KNOW? I THINK I GOT SOME LINES CROSSED WHEN MEDITATING ABOUT THIS GAME. I THINK IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 17-10 LOUISVILLE..."

I was met by silence in the other room. Heh. They are currently praying it is ONLY 17-10 Louisville and not 40-10.

I heard my husband lean over and say to my eldest, "Even if you get into UF, I think you need to go to FSU". *big grin*

Posted by Boudicca at January 2, 2013 10:13 PM

I much prefer watching games where I have no vested interest in the outcome. LOL. Otherwise it's too nerve wracking.

Posted by: Teresa at January 2, 2013 10:56 PM

T can call them all if he's not emotionally vested. He is blind when he loves the team. Crazy.

Posted by: Bou at January 3, 2013 12:43 AM

So for "his" teams he borrows Bone's rose colored glasses. LOL. I love it.

Posted by: Teresa at January 3, 2013 03:06 PM