Fact of life.  We all have whipped pals, brothers, colleagues, enemies and so on — you get the point.  But more importantly; what can possibly be done about it?  For me, the straw that really broke the camel’s back was last year when I fielded a phone call from what we’ll just refer to as WB (Whipped Brother).  Slight background – WB claims to be a diehard Cowboys fan and is always making comments like he’s the foremost authority on Big D.

Well, flash back to playoffs 2006 (Dallas vs. Seattle — infamous Tony Romo bumbling the snap game).  The following day I receive that call from WB.  Here’s the conversation that transpired:

WB:  What’s going on?

RB:  Not much.  You must be devastated after that loss last night.

WB:  Yeah, tough way to lose.  I caught the end of it.

RB:  Wait a minute; you just caught the end of it?  Why?

WB:  WBW (Whipped Brother’s Wife) had scheduled date night at the Olive Garden.

RB:  Dude – even if that’s true why on god’s green earth would you share that?

WB:  I don’t know, didn’t think it was a big deal.

Well, if you claim to be a diehard fan and you’re out at the Olive Garden while said favorite team is battling in a playoff game – it is a big deal.  And you’re whipped.  I could go on for hours sharing similar stories of friends and co-workers but I won’t – and I’m sure my 9 faithful readers have their own stories to share as well.  

But, most importantly — do you have any solutions?  Is there rehab for this type of behavior?  I guess Miller Lite’s Man Laws might be a good place to start…