Monday, September 28, 2009

Post In Which I Display Poor Winnership And Have A Chicken Doughnut.


I'm not really a "sporty girl" and never have been. In college, I would go to the tailgates before the football games and then go home. I don't own one single piece of sports attire and I doubt I ever will.
I do, however, enjoy a good win by a sports team from my school (Iowa) particularly when there are fans of the other team around me. Then, I somehow become a rabid fan. I become their number one, yelling, screaming, born-with -a-jersey-on fan. My Mom explains that this is because I enjoy taunting people.....
Which was exactly what happened when Penn State played Iowa over the weekend. I went to Iowa and the New Jersey-ite went to Penn State and a bunch of his friends went there too so naturally I planned to watch it. My Dad tried to tell me that I should wear some "Iowa Gear" to which I replied that I had none. This made him shake his head sadly like he had gone wrong somewhere in my upbringing.
Let me just rewind a little bit to my house growing up. My parents are insane Packer fans. We did lots of cool things like going to plays and museums and went on nice vacations but we erased all of that healthiness on Sundays during football season when our nice home was turned into a mental institution for a few hours. My sisters and I would not invite friends over on Sundays because that was the day our parents lost their minds in front of the TV.
So anyway, Iowa wins the game and I start transforming into this person that's all into football. I begin taunting the New Jersey-ite about if he wished he had gone to Iowa or that "I just didn't understand the ranking system because, ummm...aren't you supposed to be good when you're ranked like that?" and things in that vein.
Looking back on it, I realize that I'm a horrible winner. I can only say I must have been possessed by some kind of demon because I did something else later that night that I would never do.
I ate a Krispy Kreme doughnut sliced like a bun with a fried chicken patty in it topped with a Kraft Single cheese slice. I never eat things like this. Ever. Really. I would say that the chicken doughnut contains roughly 9000 calories. I giggled on the way to the gym telling myself it didn't even matter, the chicken doughnut has won and I have lost. I would have to run a half marathon to balance that thing, maybe more.
I am thankfully back to my regular non sporty, non chickendoughnut self now.

4 Comments:

Blogger Grace Boyle said...

Haha, I giggled through all of this. I was in Denver while the game was happening and around a lot of Iowa fans so we were stoked. I'm not that gung-ho either, but when a win like that happens and you start to feel a little comradery it makes me excited.

September 28, 2009 at 12:39 PM  
Anonymous Ali said...

Happiness is being a Hawkeye. Terror is being around Mom on Sunday afternoons.

September 28, 2009 at 12:58 PM  
Blogger Royce said...

I loved this post because I didn't understand half the things going on in it. Good times. Apparently you Midwesterners get more worked up over football than us in SoCal, though I do love me a good UCLA win.

9000 calories sounds about right for a, gulp, Krispy Kreme-and-chicken sandwich... I think I gained calories by just saying that phrase...

September 28, 2009 at 1:59 PM  
Blogger Christian Castillo said...

you ate WHAT?!?

September 29, 2009 at 3:59 PM  

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