There are times in life where things just don’t go according to plan and it knocks you down flat. Life (and football) are good at that. It sucks and it hurts. But what do you do? You get up, dust yourself off, and get back out there bigger and better than ever before.
“Don’t let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game.”
People will say “it’s just a game, get over it”. To that, I reply cuss words. We know better don’t we? We know what the rush of a win feels like when the game is on the line. We know what it feels like to cry when they lose;and then turn the game on the very next week because the game of football and our teams mean that much. We know what it feels like to take criticism from others, and how hard it is when our teams prove the critics right. We know what it feels like to have those superstitions and rituals we pretend we don’t believe in, but actually do just in case! We would rather wear a team hoodie, jersey, or anything related to our teams than any of the latest designer fashions. That’s what true fans do. That’s how true fans feel. And you can’t turn your back on it because it’s apart of who you are. It may seem silly to others, but it’s in our DNA, our genetic make up and sometimes you just can’t fight who you are.
In the next few weeks as the game is dissected and taken apart 50,000 times, you will hear a lot of…well for lack of a better term-total crap. You’ll hear that ND had no business in that game, that the SEC and Alabama are the best to ever play football, and blah defense blah offense blah. I’m not going to deny that Alabama is a great football team, because they deserve that National Championship Trophy. Notre Dame was off, they had a bad game, and THE REFS WEREN’T HELPING!! How many holds were there? Jeez! Sorry. At one point I remarked to fellow sisters in football that it looked as if a grade school YMCA football team had been put in Notre Dame’s place. This loss is hard not only because we lost, but because of the critics out there. Those people that have a weird and unnatural hate for Notre Dame. Those people are hard to deal with; I have a hard time not staying completely unladylike things to them while I dissect the game of football, until they realize how stupid they are. Since that doesn’t always work, I try to ignore them, but that doesn’t always work either. Eventually, I end up with one of my husband’s patent eye rolls when I get into a heated discussion about football with some idiot. Back to the game….
At the end of the day, I just didn’t understand how they could look as good as they did during the season only to come out and play like that. I still don’t understand it.
Sometimes though, we aren’t meant to understand, and that’s ok.
“You, me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”