As I write this, I should be writing a paper, or at least viewing the classic '80s television show
Doogie Howser, M.D. in order to write said paper. However, here I sit, as I have for the past hour, obsessing over my new love. I LOVE football. I
LOVE it. More specifically, I love the Hawkeyes. Sure, I have spent a lot of time in the past couple months watching youtube videos of not just the Hawks, but other teams as well. And I can appreciate their great plays and last minute touchdowns. I'm even beginning to appreciate the hard hits and total knockouts associated with this crazy game. And crazy it is. But mostly I love my team.
However, we can't start here. Oh no. You see, unlike many (most?) Hawk fans, I have not been here through thick and thin. I have been here through thick, and that's it. But there's a reason for this. You see, I didn't like football until this summer. I spent a large portion of my summer staying with friends in TN. Tennessee may not be football capital of the United States (by now I've educated myself enough to realize that place would be Texas) but boy, do they love their football. They love the Titans, and they love UT. They love their HS ball and their middle school ball. And they even love their grade school ball. Which is how I became educated on this crazy game in the first place. A seven year old explained football to me. And by God, it worked. He used a few legos to map out an "I formation" and explained how they might do a fake, complete with how you use your arms to confuse the opponent. Then I watched a few of his games...and guess what? I ACTUALLY got it. I knew what was going on. With a few brief explanations from his parents, I was enjoying and understanding football. Wow.
So I came back to the good old IC and decided, in my senior year, to purchase my first football tickets. I couldn't have made a better decision.
Now, I couldn't complete this post without mentioning my friend, Jordan. The girl is good. She stood next to me at my very first game and answered every last one of my questions. According to her, she's been a football fan since she was born. And the girl knows the game. In fact, I remember that very first game against UNI, and how it came down to not just one, but TWO blocked field goals. At the first attempt, Jordan was there next to me, hands to cheeks, bemoaning our chances. I, naive to the core, thought there might be a good chance they'd miss. When the first attempt got blocked, Jordan and I both screamed. I didn't know that blocked field goals almost NEVER happen. I didn't know that we had won by what came down to pretty much luck. Oh, but we soon found out that not only was luck on the Hawkeyes' side, but skill too. Because it was then that the refs called out that UNI STILL had possession and they were about to attempt another field goal! Still naive, still hopeful, I KNEW they'd block it again. But this wasn't some blind faith I had in the Hawks. It was straight up ignorance. But that ignorance saved me, and probably my heart too. Jordan seemed on the verge of a heart attack next to me as we blocked that second attempt! Luckily all's well that ends well, and my very first football game went down with a W for my team.
Thus far, only two other games have much significance for me, and believe it or not, both are away. I'd heard about Penn State. Ohhhh, had I heard. I watched the videos, I was pulled into the hype. I not only wanted us to win again, but I NEEDED it. I wanted to have the same feelings my friends did when they rushed the field after that awe-inspiring 2008 upset. I actually traveled to my parents' house to watch this game. Both of my parents have been Hawk fans since WAAAAAY before I was ever born, and I wanted to cherish this shared experience with them. It also helped that my dad has an awesome giant HD TV. So when that awful opening play went down, it was me reminding my dad that the game had barely begun and that touchdown meant nothing. Besides, rumors had already been circulating that we were a second-half team, and boy did we prove it at (not so) Happy (anymore) Valley. My favorite play that game is probably the same as every other Hawk fan's: Adrian Clayborn's fabulous block and scoop to run for a touchdown. Ahhh, what a night. But as for plays of the season, so far that award is going to Marvin McNutt. Near the beginning of the season I had him pegged as my favorite receiver, but my love began to wane as I saw the GOD that is Tony Moeaki. However, McNutt has been redeemed and for good reason. This time it was my dad trying to reassure me. I KNEW we were going to lose to MSU on Saturday night. I KNEW it. I mean, we had just failed to catch 3 passes. There's 2 seconds left on the game clock at 4th and goal. A field goal wouldn't be enough; it had to be a touchdown. But my dad was freaking right. The hawks came through again! Another W, and we're 8-0.
I probably can't even appreciate that 8-0 as much as most other Hawk fans. I mean, who am I? I have yet to see a losing game! Of course I love the Hawks! But what a feat...if nothing else, this year's team has me convinced...I'll be a fan. I'll be a fan LONG-TIME.
-Andrea