I Hate College Football

There I said it. Do I mean it? Not entirely sure. Kind of. My Mom and I were talking about how we get so excited for this time of year, only to panic, feel needlessly upset, shout rude things at people we don't even know and then only occasional moments of extreme joy (generally when BYU's offense is not on the field). While watching Jake Heaps pass for two yard gains over and over (not to mention my new school, ECU, doing exactly the same thing) instead of being a 25 year old Master's student who has a child on the way, I acted like a 5 year old. Julie says she hates when BYU loses because then I pout all night long. So, college football- I hate you. I hate how you get me so worked up only to break my heart. I hate how you bring me to tears like nothing else can. I hate that you're corrupt and that only those with money can ever win championships. But mostly I hate that I can't hate you. Not even a little. Not even a bit.