I told myself I wasn't going to do it anymore. Never again. No matter how much "things have changed," I was through. A person can only take so much hurt and disappointment before their loyalty is eroded. Can you blame me? I mean, after the strippers, and the excuses, the years and years without a ring and the "things will be different this time." No self-respecting woman would come back for more.
But I did. Like I knew I would. And it wasn't....that...bad. What was I supposed to do? There was nothing else on TV. There was no Twins game on. And the Twins will always be my favorite. And the Bucs. I try so hard to be a good Bucs fan, but they just don't excite me like the Vikings do. The purple jerseys (it reminds me of Prince) and the historically incorrect horns on the helmets. And I really like Brad Johnson. Plus I wanted to see Tony Kornheiser's Monday Night Football debut. How often are the Vikings on Monday Night Football? I'll do it just this once. Then it's the Bucs all the way. They don't disappoint me like the Vikings. Who else, WHO ELSE can fumble on the opening kickoff of the first preseason game?! That's purple pride.
I will have to be guarded with my heart this time. I was too quick to love before, and winning me back will not be that easy. They will have to prove themselves to me.