I am a girl and I don’t like football -- I love it. “Football 101 for Girls”, “How to Play Fantasy for Girls”, and “How to Learn Everything About Football Before Your Date," are articles that make me want to cry, gag, and everything in between. There is nothing worse than a girl who does not watch football all year and then pretends she is the next game announcer on Super Bowl Sunday (which I think should be considered a holiday).
I play fantasy football. I do not just play -- I win. I trade, I deliberate, I do my homework, I obsess week in and week out. I am basically a guy, I know. My obsession with fantasy has become so bad that I will be hanging out with my girlfriends and just drown myself in the ESPN app, which I highly recommend by the way. (Also, I won the leauge, being the only girl. Take that, boys.)
When I tell people I love football, they always respond with the classic, “Really? Name five players besides the quarterback.” Really, are we that sexist that just because I am a girl and love football means I can’t know anything? Come on. Let’s just play with this for a second: the Redskins. Garcon, Cousins, Reed, Morris, Hall. Not that it is hard to do so. I mean, you could be an idiot and know them. I keep up with injuries, scandals, health, you name it. I crave football.
How do we live in a culture that loves football but tells women it is not for them?
My Sunday and Saturday nights are typically consumed with college and NFL football (and hockey). Ninety percent of the time, I am curled up in my room, watching a game by my lonesome. Nothing wrong with that, right? Although, I wish my girlfriends would watch a game or two with me.
My love did not come from my dad, which you would think he would instill the love of the American loved game in me. Though I text him now and again to see what he thinks of my lineup when I am feeling like I want to take a risk and play Decker at wide receiver when everyone knows I really shouldn’t trust a Jet. I did not get it from my mom; she knows hockey like the back of her hand, but can’t say the same thing about football.
You know what my dream date is? Any guesses? Not a stupid picnic, or dinner. I want to go to a football game. I have never been to an NFL game, just college games. Boy, let me tell you, they are incredible. An even bigger bucket list dream date? The Super Bowl. Football season is the happiest season of all; Mondays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays just so happen to be my favorite days of the week. Another thing -- I am not flirting with you because I talk crap to you. I legitimately hate your team's guts. Sorry, If you are a Cowgirls -- oops I mean Cowboys -- fan, it will be hard to be friends, seeing how I hate you most of the year.
It is 2015, people. I’m a girl. I can love football. I do love football. Don’t be a stupid boy.
