I am up to my ass in Cowboys country. Everything is blue and grey in this town except for the Philadelphia fans wearing their Eagle green.

Two grown ass men (one of them, my husband — who has a doctorate, by the way) shared an elevator and swapped barbs as the elevator rose. “Oh, my god! Shut up!” I finally said. They did.

Simply crossing the crosswalk will incite the fans from each team to yell their team’s chant as we cross in the middle of the damn street. Jesus shit, they are insane.

Then, this happened…

We met Jim Jeffcoat, Dallas Cowboys defensive end from 1983-1994. He played 227 games and had 102.5 sacks. Impressive, right?

We stood in line for an hour and a half to be 3rd in line to meet him. I took my husband’s picture then shook his hand and said “We are Arizona Wildcats so, even though we are mortal enemies, it is nice to meet you.” This 6 foot, 5 inch man yelped “Eww!” like a little schoolgirl and yanked his massive paw out of my dainty hand.

I tried to be the bigger person and he decided to act like a little bitch, which is not at all surprising for a Sun Devil. I guess it was too much to expect any better to come out of Arizona State.

That UA vs. ASU rivalry shit is very real, people!

And, now I get why the Cowboys fan are so diehard. Even I, an avid football hater, am getting wary of the Eaglets insulting my husband’s team smack dab in the middle of Cowboys Nation!

[Just kidding, Mr. Jeffcoat! It was cool to meet you even if you are a Sun Devil! Bear down!]