It's fall, and that can only mean one thing: My weekends are full until football season's over. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
It's fascinating what football does to me. While baseball appeals to my stat geekery and love of minutiae, football joins Burnout Revenge as one of the few things that actually awakens my aggressive urge.
Nowhere is that more apparent than in the Young Alumni section of Memorial Stadium. Given the number of twentysomethings and early thirtysomethings there, lots of people bring their kids, and often I'm left in my doting uncle mode as I play with other people's kids.
And then a big play happens, and I go from something like "Aren't you the cutest little guy!" while bent over a cradle to standing up and shouting my lungs out. And that's not mentioning the part where I turn to my left, where the visiting fans sit, and start shouting obscenities--within reason. When kids of talking age are around, I go from shouting obscenities to making lewd gestures and saying things that aren't necessarily obscene but still demeaning and open to interpretation.
Sidenote: I was talking about this change in personality with my friends last week, and I demonstrated some of the lewd gestures and such for them to illustrate how different I am when I'm watching a game--and unfortunately, I didn't notice that I was doing them into an open window. So a nice family eating at a local restaurant got an eyeful of me pointing at my crotch and shouting "suck iiiiiit". Not one of my more shining moments, no.
But anyway! Football season's starting, my teams are both undefeated (Sole possession of first in the Pac-10 and the NFC West, baby! We'll see how long that one lasts).
And just to close this "I love football" thing, a conversation I had with a friend circa 3 AM Saturday morning.
Nyarlathotep: Dom, why am I reading crossdressing Sasuke fanfic at 3 AM?
Dom: Because I'm reading everything I can about the Golden Bears, and there must be a cosmic balance.
Nyarlathotep: How is that balancing?
Dom: Well, you know, crossdressing ninjers, men in tights and knee pads patting each other on the ass in a strangely straight way.
Nyarlathotep: Straight?
Dom: Well, mostly straight.