rise and shout, try not to cry

7:07 PM

Yeah, it's, like, football season.  But do you want to know something?

I don't understand sports.


K, that was a boldfaced lie.  I definitely understand sports.  Including football. [aka yes I know what a blitz is thanks for asking.]  But I don't understand... the chemistry of sports.  Never mind.  What I'm trying to get at is I just don't get how something as relatively arbitrary as a sporting event can have such an effect on me.  Nothing else really makes me want to lose my lunch like my Cougars losing a football game.  My weekend-happiness rests on the outcome, I mean that's a lot of pressure!  It's all fun and games until our offense fumbles the ball or throws and interception.  Then I start throwing things and saying things I shouldn't.

My mom has got the right idea.  She gets so nervous that she just refuses to watch.  She often records it too, then, if they win, she can watch it and it doesn't matter that our team ain't scorin' until the fourth quarter.  I get equally as nervous.  I just put myself through the torture.  Always.  And, for what?  Because here's the thing: I spend so much time being nervous and scared that I can hardly cheer when something DOES go well.  I've stopped caring who I watch the games with because I don't talk to them anyway.  I sit there, silent, with my knuckles boring into my chin and my tongue pierced from my gritting teeth.  You talk to me when we go into overtime and you die.  Then, we lose, and I don't talk for the rest of the weekend.  You think I'm joking.

When I win, I run around screaming and hugging for a few minutes, and then I go back to being nervous for the next game the following game.

I never win.

Sometimes I just like to watch random College Football games or NBA Basketball games with teams that I have no emotional attachment to.  Then I can, like, watch some sports?  Because sometimes I think that I don't really WATCH these games that I love.  I just squint.

So last weekend, BYU slid by Ole Miss.  I sat there, cross-armed and teary eyed and thought to myself, "Can I do this again?  Can I go through another season of torture and emotional pain?"

Answer: I DON'T KNOW.

...But I will.

So here's to my Cougs, and here's to my survival through the Texas game tomorrow.  And stuff.

p.s. If you think I'm bad during football season, just wait until basketball comes around.

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  1. You're a true Smith.

    I like the new look of your blog.

  2. That's the best compliment I could have ever received. :D
    And thank you! It needed a change.


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