Football sucks and other such nicities

It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m here at UTEP.  Which, as most longtime readers know, is a rare event indeed.  I’m here in the computer lab right now.  But I’m not here for homework, or to use the pianos in the fine arts center to practice music, and not to work on my stories either.  I’ll be doing all those things before I leave UTEP today, but I didn’t come here for that.  I came for the football game. (insert shocked and amazed gasps from peanut gallery, no one notices the audience member who faints from being in shock themselves)  It’s the UTEP vs. NMSU game.  I’ll give you two guesses who I’m rooting for and the first school in the question doesn’t count.  Yet, technically I’m not here for the game.  I could give a flying zakanayno about football.  I’m here cause Marie’s in the marching band.  I came to see her and watch her on the field, listen to her play, watch her in her cute uniform, that sort of thing.  But as I arrived here and watched the tailgating and assembled groups and all as I walked to the library I came to a conclusion.  I HATE football, I HATE UTEP, and I HATE being here.  Being roused earlier from bed than planned probably doesn’t help.  But the smell of all those grills cooking god knows what out there, the hip-hop, techno, and tejano music mixed together and all playing at full blast.  I’m now sickened from the smell and have a headache from the noise.  This weird fanaticism just creeps me out.  I know of no other sport out there that does the stuff the fans of football do.  Couldn’t the marching ban play for basketball, or baseball, or something else.  Hell, they could play for the swim team for all I care.  But it had to be god forsaken football.  For now I’m just trying to clear my mind and find a little peace before I have to head back out there.  God help me from cracking and kicking the unko out of someone.

-Damien

*author’s note: words that most people probably didn’t understand that were in italics were brought to you by the Japanese language.  Hopefully I didn’t butcher the spelling too much.