I have never been one to scream at the television or jump up and down yelling directions at refs and pro-players. But I think I may have found my football-addict bone. Slowly, I've been learning the in's and out's of first down's, time out's, and penalties. I still have a lot to learn, but after a conversation with my dad, I feel a lot better about the little bits of knowledge I've picked up over the season (he thinks football players try to score home-runs. Home-runs, people. Talk about a football-confidence-boost!).
Throughout this season, I found myself requesting off from work for game nights, and getting a little more eager for those Sunday night lights to kick on, each week. When it came time for the Bowl, I was all over it: clinging to the edge of the couch, and cheering on my boys through power outages and brotherly battles, to the very last second. And, truth be told, there may have been a little screaming and cheering, from this girl.
Anyway, I must confess, that through all of these mini-lessons over the years, I have developed a forbidden love... It began with this man, #43 of the Pittsburgh Steelers, Troy Polamalu - whose luscious locks and superior throwing skills made me swoon. But soon, as much as I tried to deny my feelings, my heart led me here, to these guys..to flapping bird dances..to purple..to the Ravens. So, here I am, cursed by love, and stuck in the middle of a long-time football rivalry. I suppose I'm lucky it hasn't turned into a love triangle, considering my undying love for (and full intention to marry) Tim Tebow. But he's become a bit of a wanderer, between teams, lately, hasn't he?
Ohhh, woe...what's a girl to do?
I may not know what my Steelers and Ravens love affair may mean for car-decals, bumper stickers, or polite football party conversation, but I do know one thing: I have to follow my heart, and do what's right for me. And right now, what's right is to display my purple pride, while still staying true to my love for black and yellow.