The last couple of days, I’ve been starting to feel on the inside as if it is the beginning of Fall. I am not sure why – it’s certainly not due to the temperature. Maybe it’s that the leaves are starting to fall, or that I had my first cup of Starbucks in what feels like years (or at least since last Winter), or that it’s almost football season. Which is another subject entirely.
Anyway, I love Fall. I also love Spring. I love them both because they bring newness. Summer is just a more severe version of Spring, as Winter is to Fall, but the other two seasons usher in completely opposite temperatures that their predecessors. That’s why I love them. I always feel an excitement inside as it is starting to turn.
That is, until the time changes, then I have an unbelievable loathing for whoever created Daylight Savings Time. Until the time changes back, when I love them with all my heart. This dichotomy is due to the fact that I don’t know which time is right and which one is due to their scheming. So I love them half the year and hate them the other half of the year. Whoever “them” is. I guess it’s best that I don’t know.
So football. It starts NEXT WEEKEND. I’m just not ready. We go to most of the home Alabama games every year (Chris’ family has been attending together since he was 13), so football takes up nearly every weekend for the whole fall. It’s fun and exciting, but it’s a LOT. Especially since we usually get to Tuscaloosa around 7am.
Yes, SEVEN A.M.
EVEN if the game isn’t until SIX P.M.
I don’t even know what time we have to get up to get to Tuscaloosa at 7, as I have a standing agreement with Chris to wake me when he thinks I need to be woken but don’t tell me what time it is so that I don’t get cranky. And I even avoid looking at clocks, again, to prevent crankiness about being up so early.
Anyway, usually I am ready for a new season towards the end of the summer, and ready for it to be OVER halfway through October. But this year I just don’t feel ready yet.
Luckily, the first game comes with a special treat – it’s in Atlanta, so waaaay back in January when they announced it’s location, Chris reserved us a couple of nights in a fancy Atlanta hotel (one of my favorite treats) and arranged with my Mom to keep Ali, so that I get a special “Atlanta Date” out of the first football game of the season. So that will be fun. Hopefully my “football spirits” will be reawakened next weekend.
If you are thinking right about now that we are being frivolous by staying in a fancy hotel, I would just like to throw out the justification that fancy hotels are extremely cheap in Atlanta. There are so many that high supply equals much lower prices (that tidbit of Economics was a freebie from me to you). One time we compared how much it would cost for gas + hotel in Atlanta to just hotel in Birmingham, and it was still significantly cheaper to go to Atlanta.
Back to my football spirits, or lack thereof. If the trip to Atlanta doesn’t work, I guess I’ll have to resort to the one thing that can always get a girl in the mood for something: go shopping for clothes related to it. Yup, Ali and I will have to get some new Alabama gear for the season to help it be more exciting.
Not “Bama” gear, Alabama gear. “Bama” sounds waaaay too redneck to wear. At least to me it does. Last night I was telling Chris that Ali and I might need some new gear, and he said “yup, you need some new Bama gear”, and I said “no, I don’t like ‘Bama’.” And he said that he knew this about me and that he had always figured that it was too redneck for me. I never realized that about myself (I hadn’t even had the conscious thought that I didn’t like “Bama” gear, I had just avoided it), but wholeheartedly agreed. Good thing I have Chris around to inform me of the reasons why I don’t like things.
This has been more rambly than my usual posts. Is it annoying if I ramble every now and then? AND don’t even have pictures to go along with my rambling?
Oh well. I’ll try to be more entertaining on my next post.
8/22 Editor’s Note: After reading this post, my good friend Deidre frantically scrounged around to find a “Bama” shirt to wear to small group last night. Thanks, Deidre! :)