As many of you know, my name is Staci and I married a barner.
It's been 11 years. That six year streak of losing to the barn was miserable. My husband is a "bad winner." I, being a true Bama fan, am a good winner, meaning I know how to keep my mouth shut when we win. My husband has none of these abilities I possess.
Our last IB in Tuscaloosa two years ago, we had one of the worst fights of our marriage during and after the game. It started because he had too much to drink and was a butthole in the stands. I didn't stand up for him, and in fact told him he was being a jerk. He was about to get into it with the Bama fans around us (thank GOD we were not in my usual seats, I would have literally DIED from embarrassment), but managed to find his last bit of common sense and decided to go stand below, along the passageway where he saw some fellow barners. Our fight continued after the game and at one point he walked off, leaving me and our girls on our own (no problem for me, but I was wondering just how far he'd make it through Tuscaloosa without getting arrested...he was looking for a fight and I figured he'd find one). Long story short, he made it back to the hotel on his own, without being arrested, but I'm scarred from that whole episode and I've told him he WILL NOT drink or embarrass me in any way this Friday. He will not be given one inch on this. He is remorseful for how he conducted himself two years ago, and here's hoping he knows I mean business.
This week, as per usual this week every year, has been somewhat tense. We have agreed not to discuss the $Cam situation. It bothers him greatly that I believe AU is corrupt as the day is long. We came very close to arguing over it the other day, so we stopped ourselves and agreed not to discuss it at all.
This Friday, we will spend little time together prior to the game. We'll drive up together, walk over to the quad and go our separate ways for a couple of hours. I've got some tailgates to visit and a couple of old college friends to meet for a drink at Egan's. He's got some barn tailgate he'll go to for a while. Then, I'll go to the Walk of Champions while he goes to the Non-Tiger Walk. We'll meet up afterwards, hang out for a bit, then head on into the stadium.
How things go from there is yet to be seen. I've said this many times: I love him in spite of his poor taste in college football programs. He will never be a Bama man and I will never be an Auburn girl. But he is my man, and I am his girl, so we find a way to get passed this bitter hatred of each other's teams.