Confessions of an Auburn Tigerette: Part III

Barbara Ann MooreContributor IFebruary 18, 2009

Now that I have told all of you about how we first began our relationship, and his vague warnings of his behavior during football, allow me to share my first glimpse at how his attitude changes during games.

St. Patrick's Day brings thoughts of little leprechauns and copious amounts of alcohol consumption to most people's minds, correct? Well, not in my Georgia boy's case... One word: brackets—something of which I have never even heard of before meeting him.

All of sudden every conversation began with the question, have you filled yours out yet? Filled what out, I asked myself continually. This bracket thing had suddenly consumed him, and unknown to me I was suddenly smack dab in a battle that pitted bracket against bracket.

So, I filled mine out, mostly to get him off my back. I think I took all of five minutes to do it. On the other hand, NASA scientists don't spend as much time deciphering problems as he spent on his.

As March Madness rolled on, and I began spending more and more time in sports bars—something I had never frequented prior—I sometimes felt like an anthropologist studying apes in their natural habitat.

I must admit I did end up enjoying it quite a bit, and now look forward to March Madness. 

Oh, and by the way...that bracket that Georgia boy spent so long on—it busted after the first day. Mine? All the way to the Final Four, a fact that I still hold over his head till this day.

Stay tuned for the next installment.