I was raised on football. I grew up in Texas, where in the fall people didn't ask you what you were doing on a Friday night because the answer was obvious - going to see your high school football team play. Sundays were spent with families watching NFL games, and you lived and died with your team. My dad's from Wisconsin, so naturally I was raised a Cheesehead. The first jersey I ever owned was a Brett Favre one, and yes, I shed a few when he retired and again when I saw him in a Minnesota Vikings jersey. For those of you who don't follow football, the Green Bay Packers were recently eliminated from the playoffs after having an incredible 15-1 season. I watched the game at my house with the guys in full excitement.
It was clear before the game ended that the Packers were going to lose, but I watched the entire game. I watched my team drop pass after pass and make crucial turnovers that cost them the game. Let's just say I wasn't very happy the majority of the fourth quarter through the end of the game.
(Short side story: I don't know how to ride a bike. I just never wanted to learn as a kid. My dad tried to teach me, but I was never into it.) After the game finished, there was basically silence in the house. Even Spencer (who is a huge Chicago Bears fan) didn't rub it in my face. Finally, the silence was broken by this:
Tobe: "Angelica let's go teach you how to ride a bike."
Me: "I don't have a bike"
Tobe: "You can use mine"
I spent the next half house outside in the fresh air learning how to ride a bike and realized I have the best friends in the world.
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