Hell has frozen over. Or maybe my “happy” pill is working overtime. Nevertheless, an historic event has occured: I am riding a PEP BUS to an away football game this Friday night. I don’t even like football-let alone pretend to understand it. And peppy is a word that has never been used to describe me. Caring about a ball being tossed around a field is just beyond me. But having a winning team for the first time in the 10 year history of our school-is, well……exciting! Even a sports Grinch like me can’t resist the urge to pick up a pair of pom-poms and cheer my team to victory. I hope we kill them!
I just hope it’s not too cold….or raining…or too crowded…or too exhausting. What if the lines to the bathroom and concessions are too long? Or the bus smells bad? Preparing to be peppy is quite stressful for the un-peppy. Please, God, let the face tattoo and the foam finger make it all worthwhile….
Go Blaze!
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