Ah, the great American pastime: prioritizing football over your partner’s milestone birthday. Truly, a tale as old as time—likely told by some ancient Greek philosopher who also happened to be a die-hard football fan. Spoiler alert: he’s still single.
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So, here we have our intrepid hero, a Michigan alum, facing the kind of dilemma that would make even the most seasoned Greek tragedies feel like a light rom-com. On one hand, you have the sweet, sweet siren song of college football, and on the other, the most harrowing of human experiences: a woman turning 40 and asking for a party. Can we blame him for wanting to mix nostalgia with nachos in the hallowed football lands of Oklahoma? Some might say it’s like choosing between your partner and a majestic, glowing football field—clearly, the choice can’t be easy!
But truly, we have to admire his dedication. He’s even flying the Michigan flag (not literally; that would be tacky) while trying to mesh with high school friends and relive a glorious-time-warp experience right in the heart of Oklahoma. I mean, what, he’s supposed to abandon the thrill of reliving his youth for a beige cake and the rubbery thrill of a birthday buffet?
Ah, but what a unique predicament! A woman who, shocker, doesn’t want to celebrate her 40th in the land of wind and tears—Oklahoma. She’s made her stance clear: “I’m not spending my 40th birthday in fucking Oklahoma,” which is a statement that we all can get behind. Happy birthday! Here’s a giant existential crisis to symbolize hitting the big four-oh!
And let’s take a moment to appreciate the sheer lack of tactical maneuvering here: the genius plan to host a birthday bash the weekend prior? Out there like a quarterback with zero time on the clock. Always so smart, he clearly has the strategy of a high school coach trying to succeed in the NFL. But hey, maybe he should just hire a marching band to perform “Happy Birthday” while he’s at that tailgate. Impressive multitasking, right?
At the heart of the matter, though, is the pinnacle of relationship struggles: Do you continue a lifetime tradition of conceding to a football game over a significant other’s milestone moment? Such drama! And calling him an asshole? Well, that’s just par for the course. A true love story needs a villain after all, right? Meanwhile, she’s sitting there plotting her own touchdown dance with friends while he’s trying to orchestrate a reunion that only resembles a high school prom—if prom had inflatable couches and endless beef nachos.
“In a perfect world,” he sighs, “we’d all just vibe together at a fancy birthday gala!” But alas, he’s stuck scheming, making excuses, and bundled in a world where bad decisions and collegiate nostalgia collide as festively as a tailgate party.
In closing, maybe he’ll realize the true touchdown moment here: prioritizing ‘til-death-do-us-part’ instead of ‘till-the-buzzer-goes-off.’ Get it together, friend. Football will always be there, but a wife at 40? Well, that’s a one-time game. Good luck with the rant board!
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Written By:
William Thomas
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