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threeplusfireVery strange and novel experience. Fun, in a weird kind of way. I think the phsycial effort expended by screaming and singing and standing for three hours on a bleacher relieved me of a large amount of the residual tension from this week. It also kept me from screaming at my roommate or her cat, so that is good.
Football is strange. Especially here, where it is such a big deal, always. This is probably the place to have a football experience, even just one. Because it's taken so seriously, and every person in the stand is wearing this odd shade of orange. No one looks good in this color, but they wear it. There are traditions, things the entire crowd will shout, rattling keys.
Almost 83,000 people in the stadium tonight. Eighty three thousand. I don't think I've ever been in such a crowd. Especially one that could cheer in one voice. In a creepy way, it automatically associates itself with facist rallies in my head. But I've never really liked the sport.
Probably because along with the football culture of Texas comes the jock supremacy, the high school ranking system, the push for athletics over academics. It's horrible, the way football players are pushed through even when they can't read, and how they can often literally get away with murder in this state. Those of us who read, we remember the murder in Amarillo years back when the football players fought with the punk rockers and ran a boy down with a car. It's evil, and twisted, the way football becomes all important.
Today, I felt a bit like an anthropologist in disguise. Camoflauged in a burnt orange shirt, screaming along with hordes of people I would probably not associate with on a regular day. Lot's of boys with the same haircuts and girls in tight clothes, the annoying sort of people I want to chase off campus with sticks. For the most part, I ignored them and tried to follow the strange game on the field. I think our team did a lot of dumb stuff, even though we won. I enjoyed the screaming and arm waving. Probably had fun because I was hanging out with some friends, and getting away from the problems of the week.
Football is strange. Especially here, where it is such a big deal, always. This is probably the place to have a football experience, even just one. Because it's taken so seriously, and every person in the stand is wearing this odd shade of orange. No one looks good in this color, but they wear it. There are traditions, things the entire crowd will shout, rattling keys.
Almost 83,000 people in the stadium tonight. Eighty three thousand. I don't think I've ever been in such a crowd. Especially one that could cheer in one voice. In a creepy way, it automatically associates itself with facist rallies in my head. But I've never really liked the sport.
Probably because along with the football culture of Texas comes the jock supremacy, the high school ranking system, the push for athletics over academics. It's horrible, the way football players are pushed through even when they can't read, and how they can often literally get away with murder in this state. Those of us who read, we remember the murder in Amarillo years back when the football players fought with the punk rockers and ran a boy down with a car. It's evil, and twisted, the way football becomes all important.
Today, I felt a bit like an anthropologist in disguise. Camoflauged in a burnt orange shirt, screaming along with hordes of people I would probably not associate with on a regular day. Lot's of boys with the same haircuts and girls in tight clothes, the annoying sort of people I want to chase off campus with sticks. For the most part, I ignored them and tried to follow the strange game on the field. I think our team did a lot of dumb stuff, even though we won. I enjoyed the screaming and arm waving. Probably had fun because I was hanging out with some friends, and getting away from the problems of the week.
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The wacky world of University life.
Date: 2001-09-02 10:58 am (UTC)The girls in tight clothes . . .more commonly known as sorority girls . . .are everywhere. I can't say much about the clothes, I probably dress like alot of them, but what irritates me the most is the blatant stupidity of them all. I can't stand it when they bat their eyes and twirl their hair and end every sentence in the form of a question. I wonder while I'm watching them if that is really who they are or if it is just an act. But I get some sort of sick satisfaction in knowing that one day they will probably end up unhappy and totally dependent on one of those frat boys with the similar hair cuts and stoned look in their eyes, while you and I will never have to worry about that. We have somehow managed to keep our brains in tact.
Re: The wacky world of University life.
Date: 2001-09-02 08:05 pm (UTC)Yes, our one slim satisfaction is in knowing our lives are much richer and varied than theirs. For added satisfaction, I refuse to step aside for such girls when the march down the sidewalk oblivious on a cell phone. A shoulder check never really hurt anyone. ;) Mwuahahah.
Re: The wacky world of University life.
Date: 2001-09-02 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-09-02 01:12 pm (UTC)I can't even tell you how many times I've said that exact same thing.
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Date: 2001-09-02 08:14 pm (UTC)