I am totally, completely obsessed with Football. In my family, if you don't spend every Saturday from September to December watching the Buckeyes [or every Sunday watching the Browns] your not considered family. More like a mere person taking up space who doesn't appreciate the sweaty, joyous mess of Football. Considering that I love my family [and would love to NOT be disowned] I spend my weekends for four months in the fall in front of the big screen in the basement cheering on our teams.
Some girls don't understand football at all and I must admit, I am one of them. Besides knowing the basics [touchdowns, fumbles, tackles and sacks] my Football knowledge is about as small as a babie's foot. However, because I'm a senior and my boyfriend starts on the football team [#75 thank you very much] I am at every single game, standing in the first or second row with all of my friends cheering on the Aviators. Wheather it's 90 degrees or 10, [and I've been to multiple games where the weather was both] wheather it's just down the street or an hour away [again, I've been to both many a time] or wheather we win or lose [I think it would be pointless to type the above statement a third time] I stand up, wearing purple and gold, and cheer for our team until my lungs hurt and I'm blue in the face. Miles attempted to explain to me the "feeling" that happens before a big game [the excitement, the butterflies, the desire to impress the Scouts] and to be honest, unless you actually PLAY football on the Gridiron under the lights on a Friday night, I don't think you can understand the feeling that overwhelms you.
Like I already said, I've been to my fair share of football games. Today, my friend Lucy and I sat with Miles and our families [in extremely hot weather, no less] to watch our little brothers lose. As my mother said, "at least it wasn't a shut out!" but I will admit, the fact that the Aviator Freshman lost just pissed me off. I know there's games when the score always isn't in your favor, but for some reason the fact that I spent money [ok, so maybe it was only three bucks] to watch them get defeated just didn't settle too well with me. I instantly felt bad, however, when Daniel got home, totally depressed and exhausted. I realized that I was being nothing short of rude. He and all the other boys had tried their hardest [and lets be honest, it's not like they really WANTED to lose]. My anger turned to pride as I realized I had a brother who gave his all at what he loved, even if the scoreboard stated that they "lost."
So yes, I am a bit [ok, a lot] obsessed with football, but watching games has been in my life since I was [literally] born. And besides, we all need something to cheer about every once in a while. (:
With Love,
Maria
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