the Dalaverse

I know it's just preseason, but WOOOO SKINS! I never get tired of wearing my Sean Taylor jersey, but it's always best to wear it with pride. We have definitely got to make a thing out of games at the Turtle (I just know better than to order anything but a cheesesteak or burger, now; and anyway the drinks are cheap).

Megan says I shouldn't be allowed to root for them anymore because I was resigned to them losing today. I only said it in an attempt to stave off Tina's gloating, which now I don't have to do because WE WON. And I kept my own gloating to a minimum, I promise. (There are too many Steelers fans in Germantown to do otherwise.)

Football season just means nothing but good things to me, apart from the sport itself. Autumn and cool weather, all the best holidays, hot cider and new books and snow. Not, like, tomorrow but still. I am so damn tired of summer. I bought a new sweatshirt at St. Mary's last week and guys, I want it to be sweatshirt weather again so bad.