02 September 2007


I can’t believe I’m finally admitting my love for football. If you would have told me a couple of years ago that at this point in my life I would be skipping out on work early and missing classes in order to listen (yes listen, not watch or go to, but just listen) to football games, I would have thought you were totally mad. But now I find myself sitting in front of my computer at least 5 hours a day (sometimes more depending on the day of the week, if it’s game day or not, and whom Chelsea is playing), seeking to find the most current news, gossip, scores, and information regarding a sport that my country barely recognizes as a professional sport. Oh yes, I’m American and I call soccer, football. I am a soccer snob. American football is NOT REAL football. And I am very adamant about this principle. I never hesitate to bring it up to American football players, coaches, and even small children who don’t know any better. There are few who understand my obsession with football, but it’s always there, always on my mind, and most of the time on the tip of my tongue. Needless to say, I don’t expect anyone to fathom the lengths at which I go to in which to gain as many articles, statistics and pictures on the subject of football and it’s players, but rather I seek to inform the world, that there is more to football than putting a ball in a net. It is a religion, a way of life, and frankly a love to which I have fallen deeply.

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