Saturday, May 26, Labels: Travel. Friday, May 25, I relish the rush while preparing for the big date. Everything has to be perfect: the outfit, hair, a puff of perfume…Oh wait! I mean … the right sliders, secure ponytail, a fresh pair of socks… As a year-old with an affinity for melodrama, I have done a lot of thinking lately about the state of being single.
Yes … I am alone, but I am not lonely. And when I received red roses at the game this week, I thought the universe was trying to give me an ironic sign. As it is, my days are filled with both passion and pain. Passion in the form of a renewed love for my sport; and pain, a result of giving till it hurts. Still, when it comes to long-term relationships I have to admit football and I are deeply committed.
The song resonated with my hopes for making the U. How will I know if football will be good to me tonight? Shake It Out! Shake It out! So now, like a love-struck teenybopper, every dumb love song on the radio evokes my feelings towards … no, not a significant other, not a potential first date … but my fanatical relationship with football.
I often catch myself giggling out loud with excitement. Candlelight and dancing await … hmm, make that stadium lights and tackling … oh well. The feeling of elation after a great game is uncannily similar to the feeling after a great date, too. Then there is the restless night to follow that comes with trying to relive the highlights in your mind over and over again.
Over the last year, there have been moments when the game has seriously broken my heart. Just like any relationship, this love takes a lot of work. Like the relationships of my past, this love is not stable or easy; but it can be kind and it is fueled by intense emotions.
