When I was in high school, I couldn’t have cared less about football for the most part. I went to all the games, simply because I was in the band. Sure, I cheered my team on (especially if it was a particularly good game), but I still didn’t care that much. I didn’t really understand it, either. I never bothered to. I never felt school spirit. I didn’t have a bad high school experience, but I never felt many ties there. Last night was pretty much the biggest game of the year for my high school; the rivalry game. I still don’t care.
After high school, I went to a small college close to home for a couple years. I had a little more school spirit there. I did to start with anyway. By the end, I hated that place. When I left there, I transferred to a bigger, more respected university. And then, something happened. The place became dear to my heart. It was home. I cared more if we won or lost. I felt a connection to the players, whether I knew them or not. And, I began to love football. I began to understand it better, because I wanted to understand it better. At first, I only cared about my team, but as the time has passed, I’ve begun to develop opinions and loyalties of other teams as well. I’m not a huge football fan. I don’t care much about the NFL, but I love some college football.
I’m proud of my alma mater. I know the songs and chants. (I never knew the words to our high school fight song). When I graduated from there, I felt as though I had accomplished something worthwhile. I love the campus, and the buildings. I loved the time I spent there. Some of the best people I’ve ever known, I met there. I worked harder there than I had ever worked before. I learned more than I’d ever learned before, or since. So now, I get excited when this time of year rolls around, because…
It’s football time in OKLAHOMA!