America loves football – and I’m not talking about soccer. We live in the land of tailgate parties, super bowl commercials, and THE HALF TIME SHOW. Still, with all this team spirit, I’ve never been much of a sports fan *collective gasp*.
Oh, I can get excited about sports every two years or so. First for the summer olympics and then for the winter olympics. Actually, my dad did get me to like baseball (for many years we had only one television in the house so it was baseball or nothing). We watched the Atlanta Braves when they were a new team and made more errors than… Dan Quayle on a spelling test. They were so bad, when the other team hit a pop fly, they got more nervous than the Queen of England at a Fourth of July picnic, or Michael Vick at a P.E.T.A. rally. (Of course in recent years they have improved and gone on to win multiple world series.)
I don’t know exactly when I fell in love with tennis. Perhaps it was when I had my first lesson at a tennis camp in the summer of my eighth grade year. Or maybe it was the first time I saw John McEnroe throw a temper tantrum.
Over the years I learned to like basketball and thanks to Tiger Woods I can even watch a little golf – emphasis on “little”. Under the right circumstances I can also enjoy a good football game.
I attended the University of Miami at the height of the Canes’ domination of college football. I lived in Miami when the Miami Dolphins made it to the AFC finals, when the Miami Heat won the NBA championship, and when the Florida Panthers played in the Stanley cup. But I never attended a game. Yes, I was even in Miami when the Florida Marlins won the world series.
Despite living in a city with very successful sports franchises, I never followed sports. However, now that I am in a state where football is almost a religion and the University of Texas Longhorns are practically my neighbors… I find myself being caught up in a wave.
I want one of those rust colored (I mean burnt orange) Longhorn T-shirts … and maybe even a pair of cowboy boots (however the family has threatened to disown me if I get the boots.) Every time I see the throngs of fans in UT colors, I want to wear them too. I’ve always been an individualistic type of individual – if you know what I mean. So what’s happening to me? What’s with this desire to root for the home team, which is in a new home for me?
Last night we attended a festival of all the high school and middle school bands in our school district. (We went to see our eldest play in her school’s band) All the bands did a great job. But the highlight of the evening was when the UT Longhorns marching band made the final performance of the night. I’ve never seen anything like it in person ( you can tell I don’t get out much). They were INCREDIBLE. They stormed the field like an army of cavalry soldiers with banners waving and brass instruments polished to a high gloss gleam. 300 members strong! They marched, they played, they danced, they DOMINATED.
This is the UT band spelling Texas on the field taken with Hubby’s cell phone.
All I have to say is : HOOK EM HORNS!!!
Do you any favorite sports teams?
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