It's Just Different Down Here

I was speaking with a co-worker over lunch today and the topic of football was broached. She went to Nebraska and was excited that if they win their game this weekend, they’ll be going to the Big 12 championship (even though she doesn’t know who they’re playing. That’s a rather important detail, dontcha think? I also mentioned one of my first football memories involved the Cornhuskers slaughtering my Vols in Peyton Manning’s last game. “Oh yeah,” she said. “I’d forgotten about that.” Really? That’s practically the last good year your school has had, they beat a QB who went on to become an NFL star, and you forget?) and reminisced about game day out there. “There’s red everywhere, everyone’s out. I was in last weekend and I watched the game on the party bus.” Clearly she enjoyed her time there, and even though her description was a mite generic, it sounded like a decent tailgating spot.

She continued, “But I’m not near as knowledgeable as you, though.”

I tried to be comforting and humble, but I'm afraid I just came off as condescending. “I’m from the SEC. It’s just different down here.”