I have something to say that may cause a lot of people to wonder about me. I hope I don’t lose any friends over this. Some of you will probably wonder if you can ever take me seriously again. You probably won’t want my opinion about important issues either. Then you will probably start to feel sorry for me. You will think, “I don’t know how I would live if that was me.” But don’t think this way. It’s completely normal for me. In fact, I kind of feel that way about you. The truth is. . .
I don’t like football.
Believe me, I’ve tried. In high school I went to just about every game during my senior year as a last ditch effort to learn the rules. At CSU it was impossible to learn the ins and outs of the game because our football team never won. I would come to the games to socialize and support my cheerleader roommates. UConn is definitely more of a basketball school than a football school, and I wouldn’t have had the time anyway.
Every year when fall rolls around, everyone else is charged with anticipation and excitement. I am filled with dread. I know that I will have to suffer through countless conversations about games, plays, players, coaches and more. I won’t understand any of it, and no one will want to do anything else. I will just have to wait patiently for the season to end. In the mean time, if anyone wants to do something besides talk about football, give me a call.