League game, Smokey
Warning: no baseball content ahead.
When I was a kid, and all through college, and even in my first few years after college, I was not only a fan of the sports I followed, but a die-hard fan of about three or four different teams in various sports. As I believe I mentioned in a comment here at some point, I used to be a huge Red Sox fan, but I’m just too ensconced in keeping up with the Cardinals to follow any other baseball teams religiously. I root for my alma mater, but Division 1-AA football and college hockey aren’t the kinds of things you really live and die with.
But there’s one left. One team that makes me suffer when they lose, and dance around with glee when they lose. That’s Florida State football. I grew up in Tallahassee going to games. I was there in 87 when they went for two and lost against Miami. I was there in 91 at Wide Right 1. I got dressed up in all garnet and gold and painted my face for a game at Auburn in 87. I drove to South Bend two years ago to see them beat Notre Dame. And on and on. This is the team that can still make me have a spring in my step days after a win, and make me feel sour for days after a bad loss.
So I almost cried last night. There are no ugly wins in a rivalry. Sure, it may be a long year with the FSU quarterback situation. And sure Miami may be the better team. Heck, FSU very well could lose in two weeks at Boston College. But it had been a long time since I had that tension all day looking ahead to a big game. It had been a long time since I sat in front of the TV, going crazy with every turn in momentum, yelling at the screen and the coaches, all that. And it was great.
Man, I love college football.