Learning to Love ... Football

I remember being in high school and going to football games. I went to watch my sister and friends play in the band. I would leave after halftime. I never watched the game. I’d socialize with my friends, but never watched the game.

In college, I’d go because my sorority was all going together or, more often, I was helping to film the game for our college. The first time I remember enjoying the game from the TV truck when I was directing it. I didn’t know what was happening, but it was neat to watch.

After I graduated, I would go to games with my ex and our friends. I still didn’t know what was happening, but there were friends, socializing and food. That’s how I started to love football. It is a social event.

I treat football like any other social event. That means even if I’m going to sit in the stadium (not something I get do often), watching at a bar or at a friend’s house, it’s a production. There’s picking the perfect outfit (don’t hate me cause I like pink) and hair and make-up. But that makes it fun. It always surprises people when the girl in pink can explain a touchback.

I’ve come a long way since I called the end-zone the painted area!