In my house? We are waiting on the much anticipated return of college football. It is only a month away now. And the waiting. Oh, the waiting.
Waiting. It doesn't really do our excitement justice. We are not waiting. We are chomping at the bit. We are in a state of such suspense that if some tragedy were to take place (Heaven forbid) and it were to cause the start of the season to be delayed we might actually fall ill and die.
Football isn't a game in our house. It is a part of life. An important part of life.
It is competition and camaraderie. It's agony and joy. It's politician-esque coaches and massive crowds of spectators. It's overpriced stadium food and tailgating parties. It's touchdowns and tackles. It's victory and defeat. It is nothing short of absolutely fantastic.
If you don't love it, I can't explain it to you. If you don't have a specific team you pull for, you will never know the feeling of utter exuberance, or complete heartbreak, that can occur in the last few seconds of a game. For those who are die hard fans of their alma maters? The love of their team courses through their very veins.
That is what I am anticipating. The sea of humanity, representing people of all different ethnic groups, backgrounds, and political parties joined together in support of their favorite team. It is still not quite the utopia you might think. Some people will always find a way to be world class buttheads. But the football, it makes up for it. The hits, the passes, the trick plays. Fabulous.
September 2nd will be magic. September 4th will be food for the soul (for that is the day that Miss State will play their first game). GO STATE!
What can I say? Hope springs eternal.