Open Letter To Scott Shepherd: A Confession
When you declared that Madison and Shepherd would have a life size cut out of Nick Saban in the studio within a week, I was filled with bittersweet emotions. Proud that you were reaching for the sky but sad that your dream would never happen.
Then on Friday, it did. I was genuinely happy for you when our new BFF Karen Fife pulled into the parking lot with Nick Saban riding shot gun and pointing at the world.
But then, jealousy began creeping into my heart. I didn’t want you to share the shelf with Charlie Sheen and bring so much win to the table.
So I one-upped up you by declaring I would secure a case of hot dogs from Bryant Denny Stadium.
I’d forgotten of my proclamation until you reminded me shortly before the show ended. I felt as if you’d done that on purpose so I would be a loser like that dude who gambled all of his money away at the carnival to win that large banana with dreadlocks.
Here’s my confession: I lied to you. YES, I did call the gentleman who is in charge of hot dogs at BDS, but he’s also my neighbor. I sent him a text and asked him to help me. I may or may not have promised him tickets to concert.
Below is our exchange:
After the show was over and I’d won EVERYTHING, I forgot about the hot dogs until you sent me a text at lunch asking about them. Our Sales Manager, Tammy, informed me that you’d waited a very long time for them. That made me feel slightly rotten inside but the mental image of you waiting around the office for invisible hot dogs also made me lol.
I apologize. I offer no excuses but I’m confident the fact that I was able to pull this off with you none the wiser still makes me the winner.