Just turn off the TV...

Today is my anniversary.  Two years ago, I married the Tall One in what is easily the best decision of my life.

We celebrated by exchanging little gifts and then going to Mahe, a Japanese restaurant in the Dana Point Harbor that we discovered has quite possibly the most amazing happy hour EVER.  We shared a couple pieces of sushi, ate some calamari and shared a beer.  Lovely!  

And then we came home and I let him watch the Laker game already in progress.  It was on the DVR so he could watch every agonizing second of it.  I gave up early in the second quarter because I couldn't stand to watch Nuggets fans thing they're actually awesome.  So, I've been upstairs drinking wine and doing NCLEX questions.  100 questions a day, they say!

The Tall One is sitting downstairs, currently suffering through the 3rd quarter and I can hear him yelling at the TV, slapping his hand on his leg and angrily snapping his gum (we have bubble gum in this house?).  Unfortunately, I know what the 4th quarter holds for him and it's an ass-whooping that will kill the rest of my anniversary.  Damn you Denver!!!  I want so badly to tell him to just turn it off and call it a night, but I'm expressly forbidden to betray the ending.

But even worse than all that, is this:

Look at this douchebag.  You think the tattoos on this side are bad, they are only matched by the visual atrocity on the other side and the absurdity of his inner biceps that have WINGS tattooed on them because his nickname is "The Birdman".  Who the heck calls himself "The Birdman"?  This terd shows up with his hair like this for every game, and it never droops.  That's a truckload of hair product.  He's also got a soul patch flavor savor strip of hair under his lower lip, he runs like a girl, and when he does something he thinks is awesome he walks up the court flapping his arms like, you guessed, a bird.  How predictable.  Did I mention a couple of seasons ago, he was suspended by the NBA for drugs?  What a tool.

But at tonight's game, I learned how lame Denver fans are.  At the arena, there were kids that PURPOSELY had their hair styled like this guy and I clearly saw one kid with the hair and his arms covered in homemade Sharpie tattoos.  Where are the parents?!?  You're going to let your kid emulate some thugged out douche and then let them go out like that?!?  If my kid was, by an act of the devil, a Nuggets fan and he pulled this stunt- it would be shaved head, not a marker in the house and we'd for sure be canceling our cable.

I hate Denver.  Thanks for making my husband mad and ruining my anniversary.