My husband likes college football, I assume mainly because his alma mater has a well-known team. On our honeymoon I was wearing his sun visor and some guy yelled at me, "Go Blue!" I thought the man was coming on to me or possibly insulting me or something. I had no idea what that meant, but I didn't take well to having the phrase "Go Blue!" hollered in my general vicinity.
I got dragged to a college football game one time (Michigan vs. Northwestern), and if it wasn't for my husband's friend pointing out all the girls he slept with before he got married, I would have died of boredom. The fact people sit through games in oppressing humidity or winter blizzards proves that as a species humans are programmed to connect with one another by belonging to groups, no matter how nonsensical. Why you'd love a guy wearing a red and gray uniform but put the same guy in a blue and yellow ensemble and you want to deflate his tires or write obscenities on his windshield doesn't make sense to me.
Alas, this town is fixin' to basically shut down for the festivities surrounding the game. I do hope 'Bama wins. I don't want to see a bunch of depressed southerners moping around until next Saturday when their hope rises again that they'll beat the next team. I'm depressed enough for all of us already.
If nobody else does I might sneak over to the neighbors and T.P. their house. I haven't done that in like three years.
PS -- Per Blogger, I've lost three followers since I made an innocent little post about southerners cladding their toddlers funny. I WAS JUST KIDDING. Come back! I dress my kids in clothes from Target! I am in no place to judge! I actually sort of like the south! Sheesh.