Cloudy weather with a definite chance of rain, a biting wind, and traffic crawling through town, all at an unreasonably early hour on a Saturday morning... oh, yes, it's soccer season!
I also noticed an unprecedented spray of orange wherever I went. SUVs with orange flags toodling up I-35 to Stillwater, orange shirts cheering at the soccer fields and dashing out of McDonald's, and yes, there were even orange cleats. It really gave me the warm fuzzies to see. It should be noted, however, that this is NOT symptomatic of any sort of OSU fettish. That would be my father's fettish, not mine. Orange is so much more than football, just like soccer is so much more than... well, soccer.
It's community. It's tailgating. It's childhood memories - orange slices at half time. It's rivalry. It's standing on the sidelines in freezing weather, screaming, completely oblivious of the elements. It's culture.
And most importantly, it's Zac Robinson. Er, at least, the football part is...
I love fall :)
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