OH! The Georgia/Alabama game this weekend was PAINFUL! At halftime, Kerry snapped off the TV in a fury and stomped off to read. If only the players (and coaches) would listen to what he is screaming at the television.
The worst part is not that his team just gave away the game to a hated rival. No. It's all the smack talk he gave to his buddies in the days leading up to the big game.
One of our friends here, Rich, is a die-hard Alabama fan. Kerry had really bragged to him about how GA would stomp AL on Saturday. All Sunday morning as we were getting ready for church, Kerry was groaning about how Rich was going to really give him a hard time about the game. He knew it was going to be bad.
At church we were standing in the doughnut room chatting with a new chaplain. He just moved here and we hadn't officially met. We were having a good conversation when suddenly, Rich appeared at Kerry's side. He never said a word, just stood shoulder to shoulder with Kerry, looking in the opposite direction, as if he didn't even realize Kerry was there.
Without missing a beat Kerry said to the chaplain, "Do you perform exorcisms, sir? I've got an Alabama fan on me."