Last year, during football season, I tried to explain the LSU/Alabama drama, via a post entitled The Jilted Lover. Imagine my surprise this past week when I opened up the USA Today after a grueling day on the road to find Glenn Guilbeau’s piece entitled, Saban’s Homecoming Inspires Emotion from LSU Faithful. Here’s the opening paragragh:
Like jilted lovers, LSU fans will be waiting Saturday night at Tiger Stadium for former coach Nick Saban’s arrival. He will have a new love in his arm wearing vivid red and adorned with the No. 1 ranking LSU had in January.
Coincidink? I doubt it. I still get a fair number of hits daily on this post and Mr. Guilbeau has evidently been to Music Maven before. I have to admit, it is a good analogy. So, I want to roll just a little bit further with it.
So yesterday, the ex-girlfriend (Saban) came back to the hometown with slick, Big Al on her arm. I have to admit that I still can’t stand either of them, but I’m pretty content with my own big wedding last year (National Championship) and my own new beau (Les Miles). While I’d still like to be Belle of the Ball and in the spotlight right now, I know that my new marriage is just going through the growing pains of starting out a life together (and an inexperienced Redshirt Freshman QB).
Does it hurt to see them together? Yes. Do I wish that both would fall flat on their faces? Yes. But all I can control is my situation and I have to admit, it’s a pretty good one. As we came face to face on Saturday, I felt mocked and put down. I felt the anger rise and I wanted nothing more than to see them both humiliated and knocked off their perch. And then, after a while it began not to matter. I felt very disconnected from this person who I was once at one with. This Ex was but a stranger to me now and my affection for my new love deepened. Through good times and tough times, she’s been loyal, loving and committed to our relationship, constantly trying to please me. We are now, truly, like peas and carrots.
So, Big Al and the Ex may be on to their own “big dance” and I wish them well. Our meeting proved that I’m not the pushover they thought I was. Even though I didn’t win the fight, I gave them a run for their money, showing that I’ve still got what it takes.
Secretly, I think he, uh she, still loves me….
Over You, Daughtry