There are several "Christmases" throughout the year enjoyed by the avid college football fan. Dates, games, and events we all look forward to with near-deranged anticipation.
There's National Signing Day. There's New Year's Day -- though it has lost a bit of its sacredness in the past several years with the proliferation of the number of bowl games. And there's the national championship game, if your team is fortunate enough to be in it.
Then there's the day when the preseason college football magazines hit newsstands. *rubbing hands together* (Do they even still have newsstands? It just flowed so much better than "the day they hit the Kroger shelves," which is where I bought my two.)
That day was Friday. The first of June. At once, I had weekend plans.
As I hurried out of my friendly hometown grocery store, it was all I could do to keep from giggling. (There's no way to make that sentence sound manly, is there?) Anxious to get home and unwrap my new treasures -- the shiny, glossy covers; that "new magazine" smell; and of course, the information!
Four hundred forty-eight pages in all. Schedules, rosters, rankings, statistics, analysis, predictions. Because how would I survive without knowing how many returning starters Boise State has (it's nine, if you're curious) or who was rated the 8th best offensive guard in the nation? You're right, I wouldn't.
I'm giddy as a schoolgirl backstage at a Justin Bieber concert. And just as vulnerable, by the way.
Hopefully, this will be enough to get me through until the next "Christmas" -- the first Saturday of the college football season, which is exactly 90 days away.
It has been said that football is religion in the South. I suppose that could be debated. However, I can testify that our lower-case messiah was
once greeted with a not-so-holy kiss
Mainly, I just try and enjoy each of these special days as they happen. Because as we all know, Christmas only comes a few times a year.
"So I'm moving to New York / 'Cause I've got issues with my sleep /
Looks like Christmas came early / Christmas came early for me..."