Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Have I ever mentioned how much I don't care about football? Yeah. I just don't really care. Perhaps it comes from going to a losing high school and then to a losing college. Some people might think that I don't like it because I don't understand the game. Well, I do understand the game (thanks to Kevin Dazey standing next to me in the clarinet section freshman year in college patiently explaining every little thing that happened on the field), but I still can't really get worked up over it. I'll watch, but only because of peer (family) pressure. Given the opportunity to go in person, I'll bring a book to read (embarrassing to my husband) or talk the whole game (annoying to other spectators). I don't really pay attention to the game and when Eli comes back from the concession stand or restroom, it drives him crazy that I can't tell him what happened when he was gone, what the cheering was for, or how the other team put points on the board. Seriously. I don't care.
I do, however, like the game day atmosphere. Something about all those rabid Bama fans running around pinning their hopes on a national championship bid. All this to say that today we are headed to Tuscaloosa via Birmingham (to visit Matt & Steph) to watch Alabama play Mississippi State. Eli and I went to the game last year in Starkville, MS (the things I do for love) when State pulled a surprise upset of the Tide. I'm afraid that it's going to happen again. Yes, I said I'm afraid. So, that makes me a fair weather fan. I know. But I'm also already a fan by marriage. I guess I care by association if I don't really care myself. If Bama loses, the family atmosphere will be very...tense. So, in rooting for the Crimson Tide, I'm rooting for familial peace and happiness.
Can you blame me?
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