By: Molly Fox
With football season (already) approaching, my favorite time of the year, this is a piece for the girls who do not want a pumpkin spiced latte, or go to a pumpkin patch to take a great Instagram selfie, or to wear a wool sweater and watch Netflix.
This is for the girls who throw on a football jersey, not the pink one that's a size XXS but an actual team colored appropriate sized one, on the weekend plop in front the TV on a Sunday with an ice cold one while casually reaching for the buffalo chicken dip. This is for the girls who would rather watch an NFL football game than do anything else in the world.
Lots of girls are laughed at or looked-at like they have 7 heads if they even try and spark up a conversation about Football. Most girls know a way to a mans heart is through his stomach, or talking about Football. I’ve seen some pretty heated arguments between full grown men about the actual size of Peyton Manning's forehead. Of course, if you think a boy thinks you know a lot about football, he’ll automatically ask you to marry him.
I rarely look semi cute on a Sunday. I love lounging in sweats and my over sized Eagles sweat shirt while being half disappointed in our Eagles offense on a Sunday.
When I think of Fall I do not think of high boots and cute sweater hats. I think of football and my family. When I hear the ESPN theme tune it automatically puts me in my living room and the smell of my moms meatballs, with that ESPN jingle in the background.
I do, though, love everything about Fall. There is a certain smell in the cool air that has a calming effect, except when I can hear my dad screaming that the TV because some Eagles player missed a tackle or threw a God awful pick 6. That brings me my happiness.
If you have a boyfriend or significant other, you understand that if you go over to his house for the game, he will not acknowledge you or glance in your direction unless it is to pee or fetch him a beer. In some weird and indescribable way, I sort of love that. Do not look at me, pay attention to the game. “How is your fantasy quarterback doing?” “How many points did that play just get you?” These are only acceptable questions to ask your boyfriend/husband on a Sunday, Thursday night, or Monday night.
Being recently single, I would take offense if a boy asked me to go on a date with them on a Sunday. It would only be acceptable if you were actually taking me to the game.
I am not saying I know every little thing about football in any way, shape or form. There are plenty of times where I glance in my dad’s direction with that “what the hell just happened” look. There are countless times my father has to explain why we decided to punt it away rather than go for it on 4th down. My dad has all girls, so I know how frustrating a Sunday can be for him.
Football is so much more than just a sport to me, and I know for a lot of people it is too, especially in Philadelphia. It brings families together all around the nation and fills up those local bars, full of people rooting for the same thing. It is rare in our world today people are cheering and wanting the same thing.
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