I love football. As a matter of fact, I hardly knew what to do with myself last weekend when there were no games on to occupy my mind and provide a soundtrack in the background of my day. I mean, I like basketball... but it doesn't have the same sound, the same feel, the same fervor to me as football.
Living in Iowa during cold football seasons, I loved sitting in the stands under piles of blankets, drinking hot cider and screaming - not only to cheer on the team - but in an effort to expend energy and keep the blood flowing enough to stay warm. The excitement of high school football, small hometowns rallying behind kids that are living the glory years while they can, is infectious. Is it any wonder I'm obsessed with Friday Night Lights?
But when I went to college at the University of Northern Iowa, I had no complaints when the cold air was shut outside of our great Dome. We all dressed in our purple and gold to cheer on our Panther's... shake our keys and yell as the sound of the Panther's roar boomed over the loud speaker. That's where we watched Kurt Warner play.
Yep, we at UNI love Kurt Warner. We loved him when he was our quarterback... he didn't get much of a chance to play until his senior year, but when he did he proved his worth. We loved him all the way to St. Louis and take pride in him as he leads the Cardinals.
Do you wonder who I'll be rooting for this weekend?