Wanna hear something scandalous? In college, I lived in a co-op house (Sherman Hall) which is located literally ten steps away from Memorial Stadium and I never once attended a CAL football game.
Oh, I told myself I was too busy, or too intellectually advanced, or too cool for them. But in hindsight, I realize the truth of the matter was that football games intimidated the hell out of me. And without anyone around to accompany me to them (I didn’t have a lot of friends in college; long story for another day), college football became another thing to add to my list of woulda/coulda/shouldas.
Now, however, I am happily married to a rabid Raiders/Notre Dame/any old high school football fan and I have no reason to be intimidated. September isn’t back to school season for our household; it’s back to football. Beginning Thursday night with the first round of pro football games, then Friday as we trawl local high schools (our kids aren’t in high school yet so we pick a school randomly to cheer for), into Saturday when all the colleges play, and well into Sunday and Monday nights when it’s back to the pros, we all live and breathe the game. My husband is always more than eager to plunk us all down and explain with great gusto and bias the ins and outs and triumphs and injustices as it all happens before our very eyes.
So it is with confidence that I sport my football attire with pride, feeling no anxiety about looking like a poseur at all. I understand enough about the sport now that I don’t have to wait anxiously for visual/verbal cues; I know when to cheer and groan based on the play on the field. And yes, the ball still travels too fast for me, and I still have to rely on
the announcer’s my husband’s play-by-play, but at least terms like “first down”, “pass interference”, and “two-point conversion” are no longer Greek to me.
And although I did graduate from UC Berkeley, my loyalty goes to the Fighting Irish because Notre Dame really is my dream school (and, really, it just has a better team than CAL…
…is what I’d intended to say.
But, alas! My Notre Dame swag did not come in the mail in time (I think it’s out for delivery today), and you know I take these pics days, if not weeks, in advance. I daren’t wear my Oakland Raiders gear for fear of being ostracized by my students, so today’s OOTD shows off a fast fashion version of football fan attire.
Of course, if a certain fabulous style blogger cum artiste wanted to do another AMB original sketch of what I’d look like in my Notre Dame swag, I would not be opposed. 😀
:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – Ross
Gauchos – Poshmark
Vest – Mossimo
Booties – F21
:: Linking ::
Visible Monday @ Not Dead Yet
:: Scream it from the top of your lungs ::
Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift