Last year, Shannon and I attended a couples party where we all played card games and did shots before every game. We played in a couples vs couples format until we crowned a winner in each game. It was a super fun concept and we even had a list of different shots to make for each game. This was about a month after the World Series.
I’m still doing pretty bad at this point, but nowhere near the week or so after where getting out of bed was a chore. I still had nightmares and still had to try not to think about what happened. Like most days, I wore a Rangers shirt that night. I only mention this because it is important later.
At this party, we met another couple that the host met through online gaming. After the first game where he lost, it became clear that the male of the couple was an angry alcoholic. When he was losing a game, he would drink heavily and refuse to continue. Shit got awkward real quick. Upon asking the other couples there who knew him better, I find out that he is always like this. An embarrassing, angry drunk.
Flash forward to the end of the games and he’s drinking a mostly whiskey filled solo cup while we’re announcing the scores and standings. Out of nowhere, he decides to start bashing the Rangers in a way I’ve never seen before. Not from anyone with a casual knowledge about the game. No, this was an angry drunk just trying to get under my skin because I’m wearing a Nelson Cruz shirt (not that he can name anyone besides Josh Hamilton).
"You’re in last place just like the Rangers."
"You can’t win, just like the Rangers."
"You’ll never win anything, just like the Rangers."
This is the closest I’ve felt to when my friends and I would get pushed down the stairs and called f*ggots for liking The X-Men in high school. Now, I’m amazed that I kept my cool here. I’m maybe a week into actual therapy for grief because of the World Series, but I didn’t stab him. I just brushed it off as an angry drunk being angry. Later in the night, I served him 2 ounces of lemon juice, which I told him was a lemondrop.
Flash forward to the present. That couple is now married. I avoid parties that he goes to, knowing that he’s just bad news. He still hits the bottle harder than Hank Jr. He still lashes out like a drunk badger. Shannon and I are still polite in social situations with them, out of respect for our group as a whole. My feelings for him are somewhere between not friending on facebook and hoping to see him on Intervention. Last night, I get the following message from him on facebook:
"Hey Lee it’s <name>. We have mutual friends with <name>. I’m having a guys night out tomorrow going to the Ranger game.. I have an extra ticket if you would like to join us. I know you love our Rangers game starts at 7 pm."
Thankfully, Shannon and I are already going to the game, so I have an excuse. But seriously, what the hell? “Our Rangers?” Go fuck yourself, you bandwagon drunk. You don’t deserve to call yourself a fan. I hope a foul ball puts you in a coma.