My sister asked when I got so into football. She was getting ready to head back to her new apartment, and my dad and I were trying to shove her out the door because she had the audacity to leave after kickoff. C'mon, the Jets were playing the Patriots. Sanchez vs. Brady. It was a big freakin' deal. My response? College.
Fact is I've always liked sports; I played softball, basketball, and soccer growing up (all poorly), then threw heavy metal objects in the air during high school (track & field accepted me when b-ball said, 'Oh hell no, you can't even pull off a layup... because I still can't). And I've always got along better with guys, even if I had pretty much only female friends before college. Luckily, I made up for that in undergrad, thanks to six boys living behind me senior year, my best guy friends who could quote every Family Guy episode ever made, and only dating, well, football players. I made an exception for a wrestler, but that was after I graduated anyway.
But a ridiculous pattern of O-liners in my life is not the reason I like the Jets or football in general. I mean, hi, I like the Mets, too; did you think my blog title was just about alliteration (okay, I do really like that, but besides the point)? I like sports. I like writing. I might as well combine both.
Thing is, there are a million blogs. There are even more people who think they're the most important person in the world, people who think everything they has to say is fantastic, people who think anybody can write, and people who think everyone gives a shit about everything they have to say. None of us are as awesome as we think we are, or wish we are. And I don't know where I stand in general, but one day I'd like to write something that matters. Right now, I'm just a twentysomething chick who really likes sports and tries way too hard to be just one of the boys, and I'm just trying to figure out my life, but hey, that might be good enough.
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