So, this Chivas vs Mazatlan game, eh? I’d been looking forward to this one. Seriously. You know how it is, you mark it on your calendar, mentally block out the time. I told my wife, ‘Don’t even try, I’m booked.’ Got everything sorted. Or so I thought.
I actually went out early that day, made a special trip. Grabbed some of those fancy chips, the kettle-cooked kind, and a new dip I wanted to try. Even picked up some local craft beer. Back home, I spent a good hour setting up my streaming situation. You know, these days it’s not just turning on the TV. I was messing with the settings, trying to get the picture just right, making sure the internet connection was solid because the last game was a buffering nightmare. I was determined to have the perfect viewing experience. My whole afternoon was basically this build-up.
My buddy, Alex, he’s supposed to be this huge Chivas fan, always talking them up. He was meant to come over. It’s kind of our ritual, been doing it for years. We talk trash, we shout at the screen, the usual stuff. Makes the game way better.
Then, about thirty minutes before the game is supposed to start, my phone buzzes. It’s Alex. And he gives me this lame story about his cousin needing a ride to somewhere an hour away. A cousin he barely talks to! I was like, ‘Dude, seriously? Now?’ He just mumbled something about family emergencies. Sounded fishy, if you ask me. It’s always something with him lately. Last time it was a ‘headache’ that magically appeared an hour before we were supposed to meet up for another thing we’d planned for weeks.
It’s like, people just don’t commit anymore, you know? They say ‘yeah, sounds good’ and then it’s a 50/50 chance they’ll actually show. It’s a whole song and dance just to get people to stick to a simple plan. I’m getting tired of putting in the effort, honestly. You try to set things up, make it nice, and then you’re left holding the bag, or in this case, a bowl of rapidly staling chips.
So, I ended up watching Chivas take on Mazatlan all by my lonesome. The fancy chips didn’t taste quite as good. The craft beer felt a bit wasted. I even shouted at the TV a couple of times, but it just echoed in the empty room. It’s not the same, man. It’s like eating a birthday cake by yourself. The practice of getting everything ready, the anticipation, it all kind of deflated.
I guess this is just how it goes sometimes. You meticulously prepare for one thing, and then life, or flaky friends, throw a curveball. I still watched the whole game, of course. But it definitely made me think. Maybe next time, I just won’t bother with the fancy setup. Just turn on the TV, grab whatever’s in the fridge, and keep my expectations low. It seems to be the only way to not get annoyed these days. That’s my big takeaway from this whole Chivas vs Mazatlan experience, funny enough.
