Football is a religion in our household. As important as church on every Sunday of the year is, football every Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and/or Monday during its season is right up there, too. If there's a game on, my father knows it and watches it--especially if his Pittsburgh Steelers, Carolina Gamecocks, or Penn State Nittany Lions are playing.
Growing up I didn't really appreciate this pastime as much as my dad. Frankly, I couldn't have cared less about it. Football was a pointless, unnecessary sport that took away from time I could be watching real television--Disney shows, Nickelodeon shows, or my personal favorite, the Lawrence Welk show. Instead, if I wanted to watch t.v. during football season I was limited to just that, football.
As I've grown up, I have truly come to appreciate my dad's football fanaticism. Some Sundays when I'm on campus I'll turn my t.v. to ESPN and even if it's a game I'm not interested in, I'll leave it on just for the ambiance. Football has become ingrained into who I am. I've learned, a lot about it, too. I'm pretty sure I've driven my father half mad with all the questions over the years. Of course, the fact that I never quite learned to wait and ask during commercial breaks could have contributed to my driving him crazy.
Today, though, was a special football day for us as Gamecock fans. The Carolina Gamecocks went to, and dominated, the Capital One Bowl. They shucked the Nebraska Corn-huskers clean. The highlight and turning point of the game was right before half time when Alshon Jeffrey caught Connor Shaw's hail mary pass for a touchdown which gave them the lead. From there, the adrenaline kicked in.
Unfortunately, shortly thereafter Jeffrey and a defensive player from Nebraska were ejected from the game for fighting (which, in my opinion, was unnecessary--Alshon was simply defending himself from the crazy fool's punches). Overall, it was a great game.
Just like other things I thought I hated growing up, I'm becoming to appreciate them more now--it's the little things, isn't it?
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