I lived in Tennessee for 5 years and it remains my favorite place in the U.S. Quite naturally, my boy has been exposed to my affections for the Volunteer state. He recognizes Smoky, the Tennessee mascot; he knows the words to "Rocky Top", and has generally drunk the pro-Volunteer Koolaid served up by his mama. So we are big fans of the Lady Vols (the winningest team in women's basketball!).
In the championship game of the women's Final Four, the Lady Vols were facing off against the Cardinal (Stan to those of you on a first-name basis). JT wore his new Tennessee t-shirt to school yesterday and discovered that his beloved teacher, Mrs. W, would be rooting for Stan. Troubling.
The boy was allowed to stay up and watch the women's championship game last night (though he did fall asleep for most of the second half). I nudged him awake for the last minute of the game and he watched the victory, then announced, "Take that, Mrs. W" before stumbling to his bed with his blankies.
This morning we will have a discussion about being a sportsmanlike fan. But I suspect that Mrs. W may have a long day.