If life is a spectator sport, then an invitation to a  wedding is a ticket to a championship game. I've been to a lot of weddings in my lifetime and I've even played in seven games (ahem been an attendant at seven weddings). This happens when you're 30 years old, have 19 cousins, and oodles of friends of marriageable age.

Think about it. What other life event do they ask you to pick a side? Why do
the attendants of the bride dress alike (or at least similarly) and why do the groomsmen dress alike?

Side note: I've always wondered about the concept of honorary bridesmaids. Are they like bench players? The picture in my head is of the bride looking at her
bridesmaids halfway through the ceremony and saying " Time out! Mandy, Katrina is slouching. She needs a breather. You're up in her place. Katrina, you sit down and take a drink of water. Good game. We'll need you in the second half

Weddings even have officials and very specific rules and best of all, a concession stand for halftime. What else would a good sports fan need for the game besides beer, popcorn, and a foam finger? That's right….Drama. The wedding that I attended this past weekend delivered….Boy did it ever deliver.

I would like to preface this story by saying that my family is nuts. I'm well aware of this and love and accept them as they are, but they are indeed nuts. Well, this  weekend, we added a walnut to our pecan tree.

Now this walnut may or may not be a very nice kind of nut, but she played a dirty game, skirted the rules and then acted like the injured party so much so that the pecans appeared at fault. We, pecans, are good at the championship game. We've been there before. We're used to going after the rebound and then dunking on the other end to swing the momentum our way, but this time we faced a defense and offense that we hadn't seen before and we lost. But now we know her game plan and next time, we will be ready.