I’ve written before about how odd it is to live in one place and root for sports teams from another place. Especially when that place is nearly 3,000 miles away and in a different time zone. No matter how much I enjoy living in San Diego, and I enjoy it quite a bit, I will never not be a fan of the Braves, Falcons, Hawks and of course, Bulldogs. Today, I got to do something I’ve been doing for the past six years, something that makes me feel more connected to the team I love the most.
This morning my husband and I watched University of Georgia football with fellow Georgia alumni and supporters. So much fun. I love being with this group of people on Saturdays in the fall. We don’t usually see each other after the first week of December or before the first week in September, but in between, we are family. And we bark. And most of us have Southern accents. And we love UGA. And the majority of us also love the Falcons, and the Braves. All of which is nice when you live nearly 3,000 miles away from those teams–and are a passionate sports fan.
Yes, fall is finally here. And even though the weather in beautiful San Diego rarely acknowledges seasonal changes, I still do. And today I got to hunker down with people who know what that means. Life is good.