January 14, 2002
by daisygreenhalgh <email@example.com>
God, help me, I'm stuck in Wisconsin.
I am not a football person. I don't know the difference between a first down and a down comforter. I try hard, really I do. But I will never understand it (I suppose my basketball-wired brain doesn't get it).
Living in Wisconsin, there are three rules you must abide by that have already got me screwed.
- You must drink beer.
- You must eat sausage.
- You must love the Packers.
I don't have a hate for the Pack. In fact, I find Brett Favre charming. Yet, sitting down to watch the Green and Gold is like getting a tooth pulled. I don't care if Favre's got those tight pants on. It ain't workin'.
I suppose I'm in the wrong place. I don't like Wisconsin athletics, either (which, I think, is against the law). Maybe one day, when I'm walking through the Kohl's store wearing my beloved Duke hockey jersey and Duke baseball cap and Duke jacket (see a pattern?) I'll get jacked.
But right now, I'm not worried. I'll keep working on fitting in.
Published: January 14, 2002