games at auburn -- and i snicker every time they call auburn/lsu the tiger bowl -- make me wish i really had a sweet boy from alabama to fall in love with. he could be a 'bama fan or he could unironically chant war damn eagle, as long as he took me to the iron bowl. i'd even wear orange or crimson if i had someone to curl up with during the espn saturday night game.
frankly, i'd settle for a wake forest fan right about now, as long as he was sweet tempered and interested in kissing me.
i know a lot of you don't get it, but college football in the south makes my heart and my stomach flip over in that way that happens when you love something too much.
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