Wed, 01/19/2011 - 13:36
It's no secret I'm passionate about sports, more importantly I have insane passion towards my teams. This stems from my childhood. I've asked myself this weekend if it's even healthy? Let me tell you some stories (though I probably shouldn't).
Imagine me as a 11 year old girl who would make herself sleep on the floor every tiime Duke would lose a game. In my mind the guys knew I was punishing myself therefore they would play harder the next game. I forgot to mention I had hardwood floors in my bedroom. I have had the same Penn State football jersey since the 1992 season. My beloved tear away material, number 32, Russell brand, and I still call it my Ki-Jana jersey (though about 10 more guys have worn the number since I'm sure). I tried to buy a new jersey last season. I made it all the way to the register with the number 22 in hand and it was like some unknown force was working against me.I couldn't do it. I got tears in my eyes and felt like I was cheating on good ol' number 32. I put the jersey back and I still rock the ancient relic. You look at it now and it's like a cheap knock off, but back then I WAS the cool one because I had an authentic. I also have an authentic Duke uniform from 1991. I treat it like they are the Dead Sea Scrolls. I keep the shorts and jersey in a special dresser drawer and I only allow myself to wear them during NCAA Tournament games. I HAVE to wear them during the tournament, if I don't it's my fault when we lose. Back in 1991 when the Penguins won the Stanley Cup I was wearing a Steelers shirt. I STILL wear that same Steelers shirt during the Stanley Cup Playoffs. The Penguins story is a perfect segway into the point of this whole blog, I think the Steelers make me lose my mind.
Allow me to give you the rundown of my Saturday this past week. Something woke me up at 2:30 in the morning, as I was readjusting in bed a thought hit me. I haven't seen my Terrible Towels in 2 weeks. I knew the last place I saw them was hanging on a chair in the dining room. I calmly climbed out of bed and walked downstairs to check out the dining room table. They weren't there. I glance around, don't see them. Instant panic. Instant thoughts of the Ravens winning and it will all be because I have lost my Terrible Towels. It's now about 2:45 am and I am transformed into the Tasmanian Devil. I was TEARING every corner of the house apart. Woke everyone up frantically asking if anyone had seen my towels. Nobody had, everyone's answer was the same, "the last place I saw them was on the dining room table". It's now 5 am and I call my mom in hysterics demanding she buy me new ones and finds some delivery service that can get me the towels within 12 hours. My mother tells me I'm nuts and that's not possible. My reply to this was to go buy me new towels, go to the airport, find a flight heading to Orlando, give them to some family, and tell them I'll meet them on the other end. I'm serious, these were the words coming out of my mouth at 5 am. Mind you I had to be at work at 6. I give up my search, but I have faith by the Immaculate Reception that they will turn up. It's a Saturday, and it's Steeler gameday. So of course I get out of the shower, do my hair, do my black and gold make-up, put on my Ben jersey (has to be Ben since we're the home team, Troy gets worn for away games), dig out the Tomlin Aviators, and only then do I put my work clothes on over the Steelers gear.
During the game, I was a mess. It was a lifetime of emotions all condensed into a four hour time period. Overwhelming excitement. Panic. Tears. Nausea. Tension. Overwhelming excitement again. It all ended with a 59 yard pass which caused me to jump off the couch grab my friend with such force that I literally ripped the shirt off of his back. That incident lead me to have to call my mother again to tell her that she had to also put a new Steelers shirt in the package with my new Terrible Towels. My mother is a champion though, she always obliges with my crazy antics.
You may want to go check out my Facebook page, I found a video of these two little boys doing a celebration dance after the Ravens game. I have made the commitment that I am going to recreate that dance and post it if we win on Sunday. I'm stoked, I want to do it.
Really guys though, is there something wrong with me? Please tell me there are others out there like me? Do you have any good stories that let me know that I am not alone?
At least no one can say that I am not passionate. Until next week. We are from Pittsburgh the SIX time Superbowl champs. Here we go, Steelers, Here we go. Pittsburgh's going to the #@*#@$#*$. (I can't sing the whole song yet, it's a bad omen).
*Terrible Towels pics courtesy of www.steelersfever.com