This past Saturday was my second football game as a college student and it was only because Rice was playing for the title of USA Conference Champions. It may have been cold and rainy, but I dragged by butt out of bed to support my university – can you smell the school spirit?
While I am the furthest thing from a football fan, the little knowledge I do know about football comes from playing Powderpuff (female flag football). Let’s be real for a hot second and acknowledge that the only thing I truly learned from playing Powderpuff can be summed up in one word: DRAMA. I kid…kind of.
Even though I couldn’t feel my toes by the end of the game, I am so happy that I attended because guess, what……WE WON!!! Can I get a woot woot?….*woot woot*
It was very cold on Saturday, so my final looked resembled that of the Michelin Man. You could have punched me and I would not have felt a thing; that’s how many layers I was wearing.
In case you want some proof that I was actually at the game: