Yes, I am one of those people. I wish summer away after a month because I get the fever, which may be a bit early this year thanks to the triple digit temperatures. I really can't wait for vegetable soup. Beer. Chili. Brats. Artichoke Dip. More beer. Chips and dips. Cornhole with friends. And no, I am not waiting for football to drink my favorite beverages. I can't wait for this to be the norm for Saturdays at my house. I want to take that step outside and finally get to take that deep lung filling breath with cool crisp air hitting me in the face and say to myself, yes it is FALL. I still have over a month to wait till the first game and even longer for that crisp football Saturday, but my excitement continues to grow. Bust out the Scarlet and Grey plates and the Solo cups. And of course the Brawny paper towels, I am starting to organize the "Woohoo it's College Football!" party...just in case I am not the only one with the fever and making plans.
My husband? He feels the same way, only about the West Virginia Mountaineers. I did drag him last season to our first ever OSU game and he loved the atmosphere in Columbus. I got him to commit blasphemy by wearing not only an OSU shirt, but a baseball cap as well. We live in Marietta, but we both work in West Virginia. I know, I know they got tattoos. Sold the items given to them and the Sweater Vest "covered it all up." Nothing but a bunch of no-good-criminals that come out of Ohio State. You name it, I have heard it. These fans hate Ohio State with a passion. In fact, my dear husband was the same way. His sister, still does. You know what they say about people who live in glass houses? These people are SUPER excited about the upcoming year, they are going to dominate and the Big 12 better look out. That's like me expecting a National Championship Title this year, knowing dag gone well that we won't even be playing in a bowl game. But you can't convince them of that and I no longer try. I smile and nod as they ramble on about their QB, RB and how fast...yada yada yada. It goes in one ear and out the other. One thing is for sure when it comes to WVU's football season, I am not ready to hear my husband yelling obscenities at the television, just to have our 3 year old son repeat them at daycare. Granted, he could have heard those same "ugly words" come out of my mouth just a short year ago. And I have no idea if WVU plays that first Saturday, the party I am planning is about OSU. Sorry honey, this is not about you and your Let's Go Mountaineers cheer.
Speaking of former Big East teams, how about Penn State? Paterno? Utterly disgusting and unforgiving. That is all.
After that last sentence, I have lost steam and focus for this little rant. But I should not worry my pretty little head, I know there will be more tomorrow.