On the bright side, we kicked ass.

24Oct09

This is for all the girls out there (or guys, however you swing) who’ve run onto the field screaming after your team’s finally won the big game against the rival school (the one where your team was guaranteed to lose) — and you dove into the huge mob of football players and fans waving Thunderstix and noisemakers, and no one cares that the field is muddy as hell, and you look up and see the guy you’re convinced you’re in love with: he’s being hoisted on the shoulders of the other football players, punching the air in triumph and waving the trophy around.

It’s bittersweet. He’s the muddiest of the lot but looks the happiest. And afterward he’s shaking hands all around and doing that body slam thing with the rest of the team and exchanging man hugs (you know what I mean, a man hug — manlier than the average embrace, it’s sort of a backslapping hug). But he doesn’t see you, creeping on his victory from a distance. It feels like it’s your victory, but also not your victory, because you were just another fan in the crowd, just another student from the school scrambling over the fence to storm the field as the clock ran out, just another girl who thinks she’s in love with him.

So you trudge off the field with your friends, who are ecstatic and giddy and laughing because they don’t feel those pangs of unrequited love that you do. You wave your noisemaker feebly as it finally starts to downpour.

This is very Taylor Swift of me, isn’t it? Girl meets boy. Girl develops intense crush on boy. Boy is star quarterback on football team that is considered the Detroit Lions of our area (as in, if you’re losing to us, you know you suck). Team Underdog manages to beat the odds and basically murders rival school. Boy is handed trophy. Girl watches from a distance. Boy sees her and realizes nothing would make him happier than to run over and declare his undying love for her. Boy kisses girl right there in the middle of the field, both of them covered in mud and not caring. That would have been the ideal ending. Don’t piss in my cheerios, I’m picturing this and loving it.

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