I've never been a big football fan. Okay, let's be honest, I don't even know how the game itself is played. That being said, I've decided after a four-hour long, deafening extravaganza that I love college football. There's just something about sitting in between a few thousand of your peers, screaming things you pray your grandmother never hears for fear she'll die of a culture-shock induced heart attack, and trying to finagle around security to get down to the closest section of the stadium that I just didn't get from high school games.

There's a great deal of entertainment provided aside from the athletic aspect of the game. I held a fashion-show of sorts, judging shirts as they passed me by on the guidelines of vulgarity, perverseness, and just plain poor artistic talent that somehow manifested itself into school pride. I was also quite bemused to see how far girls could make half a t-shirt's worth of fabric stretch over them until they were wearing mini dresses with matching headbands.

I was surprised to discover just how loud a college game can really be. I'm used to baseball games, the slow, dragging pace that always makes me get antsy and want to leave by the bottom of the fifth inning and the pathetic half-hearted "take me out to the ball game" that is only audible due to the choir of five-year-olds in the crowd. Yet today, thanks to the scream-fest yesterday, I haven't heard a single voice that's not squeaking, cracking, and wheezing.

I've heard the CU CSU game is the best of the year; we're friends, family, and rivals, thus making it all the more enjoyable to gloat when one team wins the game by one point in overtime. I heard many a cell phone conversations while milling out of the stadium along with the rest of the cattle-like crowd beginning with either "I don't even want to hear about it-" or "I say it sucks to be a CSU ram!"