I don’t want to mention the unmentionable that happened on Friday night at Bill Snyder Family Stadium.
But I will write through this because writing helps my depression. Unfortunately, writing will not help my cankles.
I was raised a die-hard football fan. I attended my first football game at Arrowhead Stadium with my dad when I was 8 years old. I couldn’t tell you who the Kansas City Chiefs played, what the weather was like or even if it was a night or day game. Childhood memories are sketchy like that.
You don’t need to understand the game to feel the emotions of football. Arrowhead was a beast. The sea of red chants echoed in unison. Arrowhead would get so loud, I couldn’t even hear my dad yelling at me as he lifted me up over his shoulders. All I could see from 6 feet up in the air was Arrowhead being electrocuted. The whole stadium was shaking, lights flickered, red and gold sparks flew. Goosebumps ran through my body and I had no idea why.
I was hooked.
Die-hards fans – they do not waiver. They do not jump on bandwagons. The die-hard will experience glory days. They will also experience days of gut-wrenching heartache.
Sometimes the gut-wreching heartache shocks the body on a physical level.
Look at her elephant feet! Cankles! Are you sure you’re not pregnant? I’m scared Julie’s club feet are going to stomp on me! Boom Ba Ba Boom! Oh, did you hear that? Julie left the bar! If someone were to tell me these are your feet, I would never believe them in a million years. You’re kinda like that girl on Willy Wonka, will you explode purple?
I heard it all. Thanks, friends.
Sure, my swelling could have been from tailgating in a heat index of 110 degrees. It could have been from the beer flowing down my throat like water. It could have been from standing on my feet for the entire game screaming at the defense every time North Dakota State had the ball. Oh gawddd – North Dakota State.
No. I know exactly why my feet swelled. K-State’s defense made my body physically shut down. I can’t handle a home opener L-word.
I threw my game ticket in this guy’s face while at Pita Pit.
I hope you like this souvenir, doncha know.
For all the heartache, I believe I handled myself well.
Oh wait, let me adjust my ice pack.
I have become numb to the pain of the Chiefs but I still cheer them on. I’m not ready to become numb to the Wildcats.
The cankles will be worth it when K-State wins a football National Championship. Probably next year.