Fall aka football season

    Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest. I don't buy that for a minute. I've been studying for two days straight and don't think I actually retain any of the information. On top of that I think i'm getting the flu, which is a self diagnosis of course but oh well. 
    This probably isn't going to make a lot of sense to everyone, but it needs to be said. I do not like football. There I said it, and if I lived anywhere else in the world beside the south it probably wouldn't matter as much. Down here in the south people live and breathe college football. 
    Football season is my least favorite time of the year. A time when people should care about pumpkins and the fair ,and don't get me wrong I love to tailgate but all conversation revolves around football. Who's going to be #1? Who do you go for? Who has the best offense/defense?
    These questions circulate any gathering. Everyone trying to judge where the other one stands. For me being raised an Auburn fan and dating a few Alabama fans I've grown to know the rules or how the game is played. Don't get me wrong for people to have something to bond over is a plus. Football brings together people that normally would not meet. My problem with it is that the South shuts down on Saturdays. Conversations will go on for hours debating one player. It's as if life has nothing else going on but football.
     The only other problem and bless them it's not their fault, but just because I am from the fine state of Alabama does mean that I pull for the crimson tide. They may have the same name, but it's not the only school our state has. They may be dominate on the field, but it doesn't make them accumulate all the fans in the state. 
     I have learned to survive football season with thriving off my love of a challenge. As much as I hate football I will never turn down a reason to buy an outfit. A weekend spent in Auburn go ahead pull out the blue dress and orange jacket. Going to Tuscaloosa, let me grab a white dress and hounds-tooth scarf. The challenge of pulling off being an actual fan is easier than it sounds. I can look the part no problem it's sitting through the game I have to struggle through. My trick? Clap when everyone else does. Cheer when everyone else does. Never make the first sound when it comes to heckling. And while everyone is discussing plays, and flags the only thing I can think about is what material their jerseys are made out of.