All my life I have been into sports. While my twin sister was shopping at Abercrombie and Fitch, I would be at basketball practice shooting layups on 4"5 kids. Growing up with a twin sister, I used sports as a way to differentiate us. I would wear soffee shorts and a t-shirt to shoot hoops in the driveway while my sister painted her nails and put on blue eye shadow in the kitchen.

Throughout my childhood I played sports, especially basketball. My nickname was "Golden Flame" on the court. I honestly have no idea why, but at the time I thought I was the coolest baller ever. My love for basketball did not stop there. In high school I was the captain of Varsity and JV basketball and volleyball. So as you can see, I’m a sporty chic. As a kid, I was never embarrassed or ashamed of being a tomboy or into sports. I thought it was "chill." I loved wearing basketball shorts and hated dresses. I almost rarely wore my hair down and would but my hair in a ponytail constantly. But, I did not let the tomboy stereotypes get to me. Usually people stereotype tomboys as butch lesbians. But for those who know me, I’m nothing like that. Yes, I like playing basketball and watching sports. But I also like shopping online, reading gossip about the Kardashians, and watching reality TV. And when it comes to football, I get a little bit of both.

I recently discovered my love for football through my boyfriend. He is obsessed, and I mean obsessed, with the Miami dolphins. He will not miss one game. He plans his whole schedule around the dolphins game schedule- flights, sleep, eating, and probably breathing. He taught me the basics, and I quickly followed along. For Hanukkah he bought me my own dolphin’s jersey. Now, we are that couple that wears matching jerseys and screams at the television. For us, watching football is just like watching a movie. We both love doing it. The only difference is that he will be holding a beer and have wing sauce of his face while I'm sipping on sparking water with lemon and munching on carrots.

Some guys are give me weird looks when they hear me yelling at the television. Either they are impressed, think I'm just screaming for attention, or just do it to fit in. Bu the thing is, I don't care. I do me, and that is all that matters. Men would not bat an eye lash if they saw me walk down the street with shopping bags from Saks and Bloomingdales. But if I am seen in a jersey and a beer in my hand, I either get a chuckle, eye roll, or holler.

The thing is, at first I did try to "bro down" and "fake it till I make it." I would order a beer, and never actually drink it. I would order a burger and fries, but end up just eating the turkey burger patty. I felt that I had to prove myself to these guys, but I didn't. They would know if I was a football junky or not, and being the girlfriend that sits around on her phone while her boyfriend and his friends watch football is not my thing. So, I decided to get into it.

Honestly, trying to infiltrate a group of guys watching football is harder than getting an A in organic chemistry. But once you’re in, you become one of them. All that matters is that you don't try so hard. If you like football, they will accept it with high fives all around. But if you don't, then you don't. Don't try to be someone that you are not. Whether your a jap that loves watching football, or a guy that enjoys watching bravo, you do you boo.