Cheering My Team

I laughed in the kitchen today as I made buffalo chicken dip, artichoke dip, and a fruity dessert for folks watching the big Penn State game. 

I laughed because sometimes I remember the old Virginia me who read lots of poetry and, if she did go to any sporting event, pearls and dresses were involved. 

Eight years ago, I didn’t know what tailgate or pregame used as verbs meant. I had never made any traditional Pennsylvania tailgating food. I had never had hot wings or pretzels with spicy mustard or beef sliders. 

I didn’t understand anything about football or this whole culture. 

But now, I dig it. I whip up the tailgating food and count down to kickoff. 

Oh, Pennsylvania! Oh, Penn State! Here I am, ready to cheer on my team. 

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