A Thin Line

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We'll take our religion on the 50 yard line, please

We once heard someone criticize Southern women for dressing up to attend college football games. The individual, who will not be named, just didn't get it.

Southern girls like to look classy…and besides, it's not just a football game. It's a major life event.

Perhaps a quote from some dude from Alcorn State that we read once will sum it up best: "In the East, college football is a cultural exercise. In the West Coast, it is a tourist attraction. In the Midwest, it is cannibalism. But in the South, college football is a religion, and every Saturday is a holy day." 

College football in the South is a religion, and no matter where you choose to worship, the feelings are all the same. The traditions make you swell with pride, and you just can't wait each year to put on your school's colors and head to the stadium to witness the first time toe taps leather for the season.

The entire South is just about ready to explode each year as summer gives way to fall. Everyone can feel it…football's coming. Preseason magazines are suddenly everywhere. Wallet-size team schedules appear on the counter at the gas station and grocery store. Everyone from the littlest girl in her cheerleader outfit to the boys painted head-to-toe in school colors to the grandma in pearls gets worked up – fired up – for the first kick-off.

Game day is the highest of holy days for the college football faithful, but the pre-game rituals are a vital part of the experience. For many, this means firing up the grill and tailgating before heading into the stadium. You get to eat heart attack-inducing foods that are messier than a small town divorce. But it's good, man.

Game day means smack talking the opposing team and its fans. It means screaming until you are hoarse, and it means that by the end of the first quarter, you're on a first-name basis with the fans all around you, who high-five you every time your beloved team scores.

Yes…in the South girls may don pearls and sundresses for the opening game, but that doesn't mean they don't yell hard and loud for their team.

This is one church where speaking in hushed tones is frowned upon.

Amen, brother, aaaa-men.

Posted: Aug 20 2010, 12:00 PM by Red On The Head | with no comments
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