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.