It's that time again

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Well, friends and neighbors, I am officially a football widow for the weekend. After a hellish week, my sweet husband has taken to the road with my father for the first Virginia Tech game of the season. After the initial shock and sadness, the kids resigned themselves to the fact that Daddy can't be a superhero all the time and must refuel by means of, as our oldest used to say, "Go Hokies ball!!!!". So, off to Blacksburg he goes. Living as a stranger in a strange land, I often dread this time of the year. People bleed orange here and not the orange we are accustomed to seeing. Whatever team one roots for, I find that my school spirit and pride rises exponentially come September. We have been fans since the day where we had an excuse not to be. We have a great love for our dear coach, Frank Beamer. And, unfortunately, we have a common bond of tragedy that pulls us all together in support of the Hokie Nation. The Vols here in Knoxville have a great, almost rabid feeling towards their teams...at least that's what the Hokie thinks. I wonder what a Vol transplanted in Blacksburg might think of our enthusiasm....probably the same thing. Either way, Saturdays won't be the same for a while. Amidst the crackling fall leaves, touchdown fireworks can be heard. While going to Kroger for chili makings, we can find gator shaped loaves of bread. And while I long for the sound of the skipper crew firing off the canon after touchdowns or the Hokie Bird crowd diving, the feeling is just the same. That time of year where common people band together to celebrate a mutual love of the game. To eat and fellowship and cuss and scream at the tv and drink too much and engage in witty banter with friendly rivals. Yes, it is football time in Tennessee, but this Hokie is proud of her boys and may enjoy the season more than she might care to admit....just don't tell anybody.