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The Boobie Miles Syndrome

"Ya'll want to win... Put Boobie in!!!"

I am the Boobie Miles of relationships.

If you've ever seen the classic sports movie Friday Night Lights, about Texas football and how it is the center of life for small town America, then you know the real-life character of Boobie Miles.

If you don't, then I'll explain: Boobie is the star of his football team in Odessa, Texas. The premier tail back (I think) who is going to lead them to the state championships. Well, at the height of the season, Boobie gets hurt and it is a possible career ending injury, sidelining him at a critical time in the season. Boobie is the hopes and dreams of his family, the man who is going to raise his whole family out the hood. Despite his injury, Boobie is determined to play. Battered and bruised, the coach isn't trying to hear it. And Boobie is pleading and begging to the coach from the sidelines of he games, itching to play despite his injured leg. Boobie's whole life is football. He's not a smart kid but he's passionate about what he loves...

"Ya'll want to win?? put Boobie in!!"

But Boobie's hubris is his downfall: He started to believe his own hype. He thought he was invincible. It wasn't until he realized he had nothing left to stand in that he was brought down to earth. He forgot his own quote:

"Now hype is something that's not for real. I'm all real."

I am the Boobie Miles of Relationships.

I am battered and bruised, my stock as a blue chip prospect flattering year after year, relationship after relationship. Sure I had some bad injuries (i.e. divorce), but that doesn't mean I am not valuable.  I started to believe my own hype. Surely there was no woman finer, smarter, more skilled and now adept at loving than me. I spent way too much time proving that I was the best girlfriend, the best wife, the best prospect for someone. I was fooled. Heart break after heartbreak, injury after injury, only proved to be wrong. Only to slip in the ranking. I was yelling from the sidelines "put me in! Put me in this relationship if you want to win!"

It's not begging. I know my value. I know how DOPE I am. I know how much of an asset to "team US" I could be. I'm the star. I'm the person your defense needs to be covering for...blocking for...your heart should be covering mine.... The "coach" just has to see the value in my performance. Either cut me...or put me in the game....

But it was Boobie's final lines in the movie that struck a chord with me:

"Go on, go on, and be perfect"

And that's what I'm going to do :) be perfect for me. And in turn, someone will realize i am perfect for them. My record will be flawless to them. My injuries will seem minor. They'll want ti willingly rehab my heart.

That's all that matters in the end.

Now... Just put me in, Coach. I'm ready to play... :)

ETA: This calls for me to add Big KRIT's "Boobie Miles" (That's my jam)


  1. Great Post! I love this character for two reasons. Because the movie was pretty good, but most of all because of the sample that BIOG KRIT uses on his mixtape of boobie miles.

    I like!

    1. OMG! I started to post the song "Boobie Miles" but I was like...that's metaphor overkill. That's my jam though. KRIT is my dude.

  2. I've never watched the show but i love the analogy and how you broke it down!

    1. yeah it was a movie..then a very popular TV was very good.


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