i’ve never been a football fan. i liked the teams my dad liked (the new england patriots), and hated the teams my dad hated (the pittsburgh steelers). i didn’t care who won or lost, and i certainly didn’t spend any time on my sundays, mondays, thursdays, or saturdays worrying about who was playing or who was winning.
even when i became a penn stater, it wasn’t important to me to go to games, or watch them with my friends. i cheered them on when i happened to be in front of a tv, but otherwise i just didn’t care. maybe if i had gone to main campus this would have been different, but from behrend, it didn’t mean much.
two years ago, when i moved to pittsburgh, things started to change. i realized that just by listening to the radio on my way to work, i knew more about the steelers than i ever knew my whole life about the patriots. i also realized that football is actually something a LOT of females get REALLY into, at least in steeler nation. it took me almost two years of living here to give into the fact that i was actually starting to get excited about steeler football. last fall justin took me to my very first pro football game at heinz field, and i was in awe. when we went to a playoff game, in the freezing cold weather, i knew i had been converted. when i was willing to stand outside in -5 degrees, bundled up in a bright yellow tossle cap, waving a terrible towel, it had me.
and other than the fact that my father wants to disown me? it’s a change i’m more than willing to live with :)
