We’re just weeks out of the last regular season college football game and already I’m having major withdrawal. I miss my Saturdays!
A recent convert to the world of college gridiron goodness, all of my life, I’ve been a “girlie-girl” with no real desire or feigned interest in sports. A graduate of The (15, soon to be 16-time National Champions) University of Alabama, I attended only a few games in college, mostly the year I dated a player (thanks especially “Mr. Gentleman who shall not be named in this post” for those Iron Bowl tickets for my Daddy and me in 1991 or 1992). I sold most of my $4 student tickets each year for upwards of $400 each. I wasn’t a big jean wearer so wearing Bama T-shirts and sweatshirts was out of the question. As an alum, I’ve been to a couple of games and a handful of fun tailgating experiences, but until the last few of years Saturdays for me meant more about shopping and food than football. Boy, has that changed!
As the full season wraps in less than one month I’m not above cheering for the other big homestate team as they play here in Birmingham, and I definitely can’t wait to cheer for my Tide two more times as they trek the road closer to Sweet 16. I just want to yell, swing my hair, eat good food, yell at the commentators and taste sweet victory. Boy, have I changed!
Still, I’m left with this nagging thought. I miss my Saturdays! What am I supposed to do on Monday mornings as I usually chit-chat with co-workers about the awesome feats on the field the weekend before? What would happen to my Tuesday or Wednesday ritual of searching the world wide web for cute or funny pictures or quotes about my favorite school (Roll Tide) and our victim for the week? What am I supposed to do on Thursday nights as I had grown accustomed to picking out my favorite blingy Bama T-shirt or houndstooth dress for “Casual Fridays” at work? What was I supposed to talk about on Fridays in the hallway, restrooms or breakrooms as I’d usually shared my unbelievably keen insight on all-things football, talking intelligent, pigskin trash with the best of them? What was I to do on Saturdays as I normally coordinated my picture perfect game day garb, planned a menu or plotted a place to kick back, scream and do my victory “tootsie roll”?
I miss my Saturdays…and I want them back in eight months and counting:)