I don't even really like football.
It's amazing and kind of silly how a meaningless game makes me feel homesick.
Silly how we socialize ourselves to support a group of people in tight pants because they supposedly represent your state-even though half of them are only there because they've been traded from a team on the other side of the country.
And yet, as I watch from 1.500 miles away, I'll call my grandmother and old high school chums and yell out "Da Bears!" when appropriate.
Afterall, it's only a game. Right?
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