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[phosfate]

Hot, tired, in no mood to type massive MediaWest accounts. I will note that apparently nothing brings out the fuckwaditude of Mr America like sports. I wore a black Nebraska jersey of no fixed sport at the con (hey, it was three bucks at the Goodwill, is astonishingly well-constructed and handsome, and I approve of anything bearing the name of my home state that is not in fucking red and white). No less than two fellas were compelled to come up and, with extreme rudeness and little humor, diss it. Amusing, since I could give a crap about sports, one of the gents in question is in fact a native of Omaha, and the other had begun the conversation by begging me to hold an elevator door open for him. Ask me again why I don't date them.

I was thus tempted to wear the thing for the entire con, but five days in a humid climate would have produced unpleasant results.

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[tsamm.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're back. A while back I witnessed, in the SL airport smoking lounge, three guys, all in NE shirts, jackets, hats, etc., *bond* together in this intense and really strange way; names, cities, love of the Huskers--it was beautiful, maaaaaan.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I understand the whole enjoying watching sports thing, but the culture of mutual devotion is unfathomable, like a beer ad brought to life.

I get the same thing (less venemously) over my Yankees shirt, until I point out that I chose it for the nice embroidery. Then they usually look at me funny and go away.