To: that broad down the bar...

a piece of advice: don't mess with a boy, his gal, and her Cowboys...
let me first start off by saying that my least favourite people in the world are rude & selfish people...
the kind of people that don't give a shit about anyone else, don't feel they need to follow the rules of etiquette, and are just generally a-holes.

case in point - we're at a bar (to remain nameless) to watch the Cowboys get their asses handed to them. upon arrival, there were 4 separate games on with under 8 people in the entire bar. as such, we ask the bartender if we can switch one of the screens over to the aforementioned Cowboys game.
and then, what would happen next would turn your mild mannered blogger into a full fledged rager.....
some broad decides to inform us that she is currently watching 3 of those 4 games...
umm.., excuse me..., what was that Rain Main?
now i'm a fan of the ol' pigskin, don't get me wrong.., but to claim that I can follow 3 games at a time (without the aid of a ticker or the internet) is complete BS.
anywho, this broad doesn't want to bend on this issue upon my asking her if she is indeed Rain Man; and apparently, she tells me she 'wakes up early every Sunday to run the football triathlon' at said bar.
this is where i lose it....and sorry kids, a few f-bombs slipped through...
i've never been one for confrontation, and anyone who knows me understands that it takes a whole lot to get me riled up. so congrats ms. thing.., you succeeded.
fortunately, the only things exchanged in this situation were words.
not to say i would even dream of anything else.., but i have been known to crank things up a notch to the 'wet & wild' approach of beer dumping on heads.
so, broad down the bar, consider yourself lucky...
and if a future Cowboys game is not available on cable, we'll go for a round 2.
it's on....