i admit to loaning my athletic perks (in the way of a photo id) to some game crazed non-athlete friends just out of sheer guilt for the waste it was becoming in my possession. at least someone was getting to enjoy the advantages that i cared nothing for. i still don't feel guilty for that.
but now i'm long out of college. i enjoy my saturdays zumba-ing, taking photos and generally lounging around this ridiculously tiny town. late lunches in the warm sun and shopping and antique stores for hours with no other commitments.
until they appear.
and i realize, there must be a game today.
it happens slowly. one by one i begin to spot orange shirts. before i know it i am surrounded by a wave of them. the already cramped streets begin to bluge with explorers, escalades and hummers (they love to cut you off and drive over curbs to get where they want). the sidewalks are stricken with orange-shirted game zombies and stupid kids who jump into the streets when their parents aren't watching. i always imagine the hitchcock movie "The Birds" except in this case the predators are middle-aged alumni coming to relive their college glory and remind those of us still here that this was "their town first!" caw-caw-caaaww!!!
like i said, i hate sports. and in general i detest most sports fans (if you haven't figured that one out yet, and its mostly football & basketball). i do have friends that are fans...but all of those friends are awesome in so many other ways that i can forgive them this flaw (don't worry guys, i do love you!)
anyway, today is one of those days. we blindly went out to chipotle for lunch and when we sat to eat we began to notice them....so many of them. all in orange. everywhere. i'm sure someone knows, is there a game today? and i won't even guess what sport...because i'm that oblivious.
eat fast and let's go!
