Football Confessions and the Life of a Sports Fanatic Diva

Screen Shot 2015-09-03 at 12.35.15 PMScreen Shot 2015-09-03 at 12.33.43 PM I may not be the average girl next door. Not that I strive to be average, I mean who wants to be average? I've always liked to soar above the clouds and reach for the stars.  You know Go BIG or Go Home. But I digress.  I woke up this morning with a feeling of glee. Which is weird because people who are extremely happy and cheery before noon worry me a little, okay they worry me a lot.  I've heard Ted Bundy and Charles Manson were both unusually pleasant. No one should be that happy before noon without Montavida. But I digress; today isn't about serial killers or weirdos. Maybe we will talk about them next week. Today is about my great joy.

My favorite days of the year are probably a little different than those of the average Diva. The first weekend of March Madness is one of my favorites. I love it. It is so much fun listening to people boast about destroying my bracket because I am going to pick the teams based on team mascots or colors. This always cracks me up.  In my Doughboy from Boyz N the Hood voice, "Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood." Believe me when I tell you sports are always going down in the Styles hood. I think they may forget from time to time that I am a SPORTS WRITER. Every year guys seem to be shocked or amazed when I beat them. Bless their little souls. I have more bad news for guys, the only person who has consistently beat me during March Madness is my mom. Just so we're clear my mom is NO Caitlynn she is all girl all woman.  Not all guys are sport gurus and not all girls can catalog all of Barbie's accessories. In fact I don't think I ever even owned a Barbie, I did have an Easy Bake Oven and a Baby Alive yes, but a Barbie nope. I told you I'm not THAT girl. Really, when I reflect on my favorite days of the year they all have a connection to sports. Super Bowl Sunday is my 2nd favorite day. What's not to love except it means no more football for months. You've followed these teams all season and sometimes you yourself have acquired injuries tripping over couches and tables like you were suited up and on the field with the team. Not that this has every happened to me, I'm just saying I've heard about it. New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. Out with the old in with the new and a buffet of football and the Rose Bowl parade.

The Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend which is traditionally when my beloved WOLVERINES play the Ohio State Yuckeyes. I mean what ever they call themselves. Maybe Jim Harbaugh and Urban Meyer would take the rivalry back to the days of old like the ones shared by Bo Schembechler and Woody Hayes.

The first Thursday after Labor Day is the official kickoff of the NFL season. My absolute favorite day of the year is the first Sunday in September after Labor Day, NFL kickoff Sunday.  That magnificent Sunday when the NFL season kicks off in full force. 13 of the sixteen games that will be played in week 1 are played that Sunday. By midnight I'm in an official football coma and happy as all get out. Dying to see the every replay. Checking fantasy reports. Checking to see how my predictions for the games went. Not that I need to check because they're always right.

So I guess I'm not a regular girl at all. My favorite day isn't Valentines. Christmas okay Christmas is kind of dear to me because two of my favorite people were born on that day. It's not my birthday or any other holiday. My favorite days are all dear to me because of the memories tied to those sporting events. Super Bowl Sunday is hands down without question my 2nd favorite day of the year.

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