I attended my first football game when I was four years old. It was a thrilling contest between my dad’s alma matar, Penn State, and the Badgers of Wisconsin, which I remember exactly zero of. Sports have always been an important subject aspect of my family life at home. I attended at least one Ole Miss, my mom’s alma matar, football game every year from the time I was 4 until I was 14. My mother a southern girl who like football as much as if not more than my father would turn into a crazy person at these games. Almost exactly one year after my first frigid football game my parents announced that they were getting divorced around the time of the annual Auburn Ole Miss game, which we annually attended. When my parents dropped this news on me
