So, here I am in a college town and what I know about football, you can write on the head of a pin. I don't like the game - never understood why those guys barrel into each other, and where exactly the ball goes when they do. Baseball is so easy and methodical but football makes me antsy. Once a boyfriend tried to explain the game to me - something about linebacks, kickoffs and touchdowns, but to me, a quarter back is a retail promotion, touch down is what I do when I sink into my duvet, and a wide receiver is what my backside looks like after I've been sitting in front of the TV trying to figure out football.
This week, apparently 100,000 people are expected to converge on the little town of Ann Arbor to celebrate the big game between University of Michigan and Michigan State. I'm told they will be "tailgating" and I'm told that this does not mean they will be driving too close behind me as I drive down Washtinaw today - rather, they will have barbecues in the parking lot of the stadium. Beer pong is the game set up on every porch before and after the game.
No doubt, by this time tomorrow, our little apartment will be replete with the oooming bsounds of marching bands, cheering hordes and partying into the night. Rowdy people will be flooding the streets wearing blue and gold or green, depending on their affiliations. And I will remain as clueless about football as I've ever been. Sorry, Ann Arbor, some things just never change. Go Michigan!