She left me in February. After years and years of dating on and off, I always go back to her, sure as the seasons change, the wind blows, and the hands of time march onward, I will always return to her.
Who is she you ask? The one that marks the end of my summer romances, the one who I can spend hours with on weekends and occasional weeknights, depending on her schedule.
The relationship can be a roller coaster though, some weeks are ups, others downs. Sometimes she hurts me for weeks, other times she puts a smile on my face for a month, but like a drug addict, I will always need that rush.
Who is she you ask? Some blonde bombshell? Beautiful brunette? Ravishing (And of course, soul less) red? Wrong, wrong, and wrong again, friend.
Her full, legal name is "The National Football League", and she is the one for me. I love baseball, I spend my summers with her, but as soon as the leaves begin to turn, the air gets a chill, and men put on pads and beat the shit out of each other, baseball just seems, well, too plain, too boring for my likes.
All ridiculous writing and romanticizing aside, football season is right around the corner, and I couldn't be happier. I've been talking about it with friends, reading the latest news, and counting down the days until the season kicks off.
Now, if you walked my bedroom, you might notice a few things. One, I try to keep a clean room. Two, why do I still have a twin bed if I'm too big for it? And three, there's a few Redskins things on the wall. Like a giant FatHead of the Skins helmet, poster of the 1932 World Champion Redskins team, poster of Sonny Jurgensen, Redskins basketball hoop and basketball, giant Redskins blanket, team plaques for the three Redskins Super Bowl Champion teams ('83, '87, & '91) and the matching beer steins, and then there's the wall color, which may or may not be burgundy and gold walls.
You could say there is a theme to the room. Now, for those of you who really know me, you know that I live and die with the Redskins on Sunday, it's that emotional rush that makes the football season so magical to me, but it also means after losses, I have to sleep in hell. I have to go to bed staring at all this Redskins stuff, getting more upset and disturbed that the Redskins always seem to choke in the red zone, or Ladell Betts tripped over the four yard line (I know, I know, yes that was years ago but it clearly still bothers me to no end. IT'S JUST A LINE! HOW DID YOU FALL OVER? I'm ranting. I do that a lot.)
But sleeping in that room after a tough loss can be a nightmare. Sleeping in it after a big win is the best sleep of my life. It's a terribly awesome hell I live in. And I love every minute.
Football is just amazing, I feel like that's all I'm really saying here. It's the roar of the crowds, the deep bombs, the amazing tackles, the back breaking runs, the acrobatic interceptions, the slow motion instant replays, agony of defeat, and the sweet, sweet ecstasy of victory.
I know some people, well, a lot of people, think it's insane how on game can affect my mood for a few days, or how it can affect who I socialize with on certain days (Both "Dallas Weeks" are my favorite weeks of the year), or how it can bring a group of people t who have never met, together for three hours over a game.
Okay, I'm getting myself too worked up right now. The point is, football is right around the corner, and it's basically what America is all about haha.
Until next time, follow my random thoughts on Twitter @therealSamWow.
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