The Good ‘Ol Summertime Gives Way To Heart-Stopping Saturdays
I’m a college football fanatic.
Each fall Saturday, I turn on the TV to catch the games on at 9 a.m. (I’m on the West Coast) and pretty much stay glued to the TV until after the ESPN FInal college highlights show. And I hope that show returns to is previous glory this year because last year it was awful, by the way.
So now, with the college football season just a week away, you would think that I’m salivating as if it’s almost Happy Hour. But, as Lee Corso says, “not so fast my friends!”
I’m not ready for the college football season. Why!? It’s too early!
It’s still August. Summertime. Life’s a beach time.
There are girls in bikinis and fun party events like the free Hermosa Beach concerts on the sand.
The start of college football season signals an end to all that, and pretty much my Saturdays, too. Being an alumni of the University of Alabama, I have to watch Every. Single. Game.
That’s because the team is so good it’s always in the National Championship title hunt – and having suffered through Mike DuBose, Mike Price and Mike Shula, this is certainly the way I prefer things – and I must watch all games involving teams ranked near – or that could be ranked near – the Crimson Tide.
I want Oklahoma to lose. And Florida State. Ohio State (oh Ohio State!). Michigan. Stanford. And, apparently this year, Houston and Louisville (well the latter is anti-Bobby Petrino, one of the characterless coaches in all of sports). Plus teams like Utah, TCU and Baylor that barely escape games yet rise undeservedly in the rankings and cause playoff panic at the end of the season.
Naturally there’s rooting against Notre Dame. And, of course, Auburn.
Clemson is excepted from this because the Tigers have a really cool coach who happened to play at the University of Alabama.
Every Saturday, I have near heart attacks for 12 straight hours as I watch these games and root against several teams. One thing I’ve learned is that whenever Purdue has Notre Dame, Ohio State or Michigan on the ropes – not matter its lead or how little time remains – it will find a way to lose.
So you see, I’d rather put this off for a while because I still want to enjoy my summer. But I know, come 9 a.m., on the start of the Labor Day Weekend, it’s back to a full fall of heart-stopping Saturdays.