On days like this, I feel more like a Floridian than an Alabamian. I’m wearing a short sleeve T shirt and my favorite hole-y jeans with the legs cuffed. I slipped on my pink Chucks when I left the house earlier, but now I’m sitting barefoot in my living room, enjoying the breeze from the open window.
But on days like this, when I’m sitting in front of a college football game, I realize I’m more an Alabamian than a Floridian.
As ESPN ran a montage of 2005’s greatest moments in college football, I searched out every shot of crimson and white I could spot. I beamed with pride as images of Brodie Croyle and Tyrone Prothro (the catch!) filled the screen.
And I gasped at the first image of a Seminole. I had forgotten that I have another team.
I know I should be ashamed. I am ashamed! I spent three and a half fantastic years at Florida State, and I enjoyed twice as many football seasons there as I did as a student at Alabama.
But my home’s in Alabama – and now, so are my driver’s license and voter registration. I’m not sure what is required to call yourself an Alabamian, but I’m here, and I am one.
Forgive me for blogging after the fact … I don’t have internet access at home, but I’ve been writing just the same. And I have a new year entry to make, it’s just still in my journal.