9.19.09
saturday afternoon walking to the tailgate
me: who's playing florida state today?
chris: we are
me: no we're not, we're playing san jose.
ohhhh right, we meaning byu. having a bit of an identity crisis as i wear my red shirt.
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i talked to my sister that night after the game about how weird it is cheering for another school. i'd try to get really into it (and thought i was doing a pretty good job) but then the whole student section would start some special cheer or clapping chant something or other and then i just felt like an impostor. oh well. still fun. better luck next time.
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