There Are Two Sides To Every Story

I had an idea to scrapbook this experience for Ryan to cherish for all of eternity. The book of memories would include the expected blog posts, corresponding comments, and pictures, but I also want include a weekly journal entry from Ryan about his experiences and thoughts throughout his... let's call it a journey.

Last week, my mother gifted Ryan these lovely post cards:

I thought it would be so neat if Ryan used these for his journal entry. Most often, Ryan is a man of few words. I expected him to write a little diddy about how he's going to kill me in my sleep and convert our pets to Judaism, but with a pen in hand Ryan is a regular Shakespeare. I mean, damn... Look at this:

He writes, "Let me begin with I thought this was going to be the one bet I was going to win. The Longhorns just came off a very tough game with West Virginia. I knew that if the horns played like that OU had no chance. But I was wrong. They had no more gas in the tank. We had just got off the boat having the best honeymoon I could ever imagine with the girl of my dreams. The game had already started. It was a beautiful day and I just knew it was going to get better. We found this great bar along the beach and thats when I looked up at the TV. I seen the score and all my plans went to shit. When Kristin wasnt looking I wiped away a tear. By the end of the third I knew it was over. Im a man of my word. I knew my lovely wife would make me pay but I had no idea. I woke up today and thought maybe she would take it easy. I was wrong again. I didnt think she would have my day planned with the homecoming parade and show me off in the pajamas, shirt, hat, tattoo and goofy sunglasses, (something illegible,) let alone start a blog. I'll say interesting doesnt even come close. I will say I had a good time. Im always happy to see her smile and laugh. I dont know whats next for me but as long as I get to see her smile and laugh its all worth it even if its at my prides expense. All in good fun though but Ill never be "converted."  <---- (He seriously underlined this.) 

Can you believe this guy? First, he is relentless with this West Virginia, "no more gas" excuse. Ryan, I realize that being a fan of Texas you are unfamiliar with the requirements of a superior team. Week after week they must continue to operate at a high level of excellence. No one gets a pass just because they played a single great game. Failure to meet this requirement thereby results in INFERIOR team status. Talk to me when Texas has won more than two conference games, okay? 

Second, he has some nerve using my irresistible charm against me. "As long as I get to see her smile and laugh...." blah blah blah. I may have been temporarily distracted by the warm fuzzies conjured by these words in this girlie heart of mine, but I WILL NOT BE DETERRED GOOD SIR!

Third, topped with emphasis, "Ill never be 'converted'" How can one be so sure? The Sooner Spirit could be described as a series of rapidly developing cells that come together to form a mass, attaching itself to your mind, body and soul. The infection may not spread quickly (all good things come with time,) but it is strong. It becomes a part of who you are. 

For my final thoughts, I would like to address Ryan directly. Ryan, anything you say and do will be held against you. :)

Off topic a little bit, last night I offered Ryan a way out of the bet altogether. He had to eat this HUGE jalapeno pepper. This pepper was so big... I wish I had a picture of it. Anyway, he took a tiny bite off the end and quickly bowed out. Game on!