Earlier this afternoon I went to a local establishment to pick up a “to go” order of food. I was wearing a “M” hat and a gold t shirt under my Gopher football sweatshirt. I think at first glance I would easily pass as a Gopher football fan and one might infer I am in a really good mood today.
While waiting at the bar for my food, two middle aged guys strike up a conversation with me. One asked, “Did you watch the game?”
“I did. I was there.” I replied.
Immediately one of the guys says:
“I’m happy the Gophers won but I am not a Coach Fleck guy”
I waited a moment to gather my thoughts and trying to quickly assess if this guy was sober enough to have a conversation with. He seemed to be so.
Me: “Why is that?”
Dude 1: “He’s too much. He’s fake. It’s all about him. We need a real football coach”
Me: (silent fuming)
Dude 2: “Bernie Bierman would be pissed off about this guy”
Me: “Did you meet Bernie Bierman?”
Dude 2: (silence)
Long awkward silence while I think of something snarky and aggressive to say
My food arrives