we went to a football game today for the local team which we are not actually fans of. my husband said that it would probably be boring because it wasn't our team, but i was excited to go, since hey, it's football (and i never thought i'd say this but once i understood what was going on, i found that i really enjoyed it), and going to a game is like watching a show or a production of sorts, with all its lights and action and cheering and flourish.
it started drizzling right before halftime, and the rain caused a mist that hung around for most of the second half. we left right before the opposing team had scored the touchdown to basically solidify their win, and escaped from the parking lot before most of the furious fans had swarmed out of the stadium (but not before some of them got in their cars to take their anger out on the road).
he was right, it's really not that fun when it's not your team. and really even less fun when the team you are supposed to be rooting for manages to lose. badly.
is this what it's like to be a true fan? yeesh, i don't know if i want all this responsibility.
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