Being a fan means we live for gameday. We've got on our fan garb, we've got everything within reach of our seat on the couch, we've ordered the pizza and we are ready to rock. As I sit down for a Redskins game, I am anxious and excited, wondering how they will look for our first regular season game. I live and die with every play. For the next 3 hours I am enthrawled, I might as well be standing on the sidelines with a headset. I am screaming, coaching, cussing, cheering. I am filled with hope and heartbreak with every snap of the ball. I don't know how this happened. How do we become so devoted, how do become so vested in our sporting teams? What is the attraction? My Dad had no interest in football so I was left to my own devises. I'm not from Washington, but that is the team I picked as a young girl and I stuck with them. For me it's definatly the competition! I love to see THE BATTLE! I love to hear the crashing of helmets and the hope that something amazing could happen at any moment! But after our game against the Giants to open the regular season, on Thursday, my hopes have been crushed. Infact, watching the games of the other teams in our league, last place looks inevitable. The only bright spot is my man, Colt Brennan. He is our 3rd string quarterback from Hawaii, Aloha! I would love to see him be the next big thing!
Atleast we didn't look as bad as my husband's team-the Rams! LOL!