I've been living in OKC for two months to the date, and I am currently watching my first Bama game of the season; it's appropriate and sad. I'm so grateful to have a chance to watch at least one game this season, but it's kinda bittersweet because I'm watching it by myself. I know there are Bama fans everywhere, but it's quite clear they don't always travel in pairs.
It makes me miss Hungry Howie's. It makes me miss either being stuck on campus or being stuck at home (no matter what, I'll never miss being in game day traffic--being on the other side of it is fun, though). It makes me miss my crazy-Bama-fan friends who teach me more about the game every time I watch with them. It makes me miss those like me who are blissfully ignorant and just love to watch the game and feel the atmosphere of football season. It makes me miss my Mamaw. Of all the people to watch games with, she was my favorite. Ü
So maybe it's good this year that I don't get to watch many games. I don't think my heart can handle this much missing every Saturday. I need to be distracted from being so far away most of the time.
Especially since I won't be home till Christmas. For those of you who don't know, the production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat I was cast in opens the day after Thanksgiving. Needless to say, a trip home for the Turkey Day hols won't be possible this year. I'm prepared to be sleepy and lazy all day that day.
Till then, I'll have plenty to do. Much more than I'm thinking about right now.
Right now, Roll Tide.
