Football Madness

After checking weather.com everyone assumed that there was going to be a blistering storm of rain while our very own Hokies took on the team in purple. All the girls around me were wearing blue jeans with white t-shirts and techno-colored rain boots pulled up over their pants. Everyone was prepared for the big storm. Except, nothing came. There was no wet clothes or complaints of cold, but rather sun-burnt noses and rolled up sleeves. But once the maroon and orange team, dressed in white because they were home, scored the first field goal nothing else mattered.

Chants of "Let's go Hokies!" filled the stadium. Stomping feet and clapping hands overpowered any other feeling at the time. An obvious alumni dressed in all white screamed a string of derogatory terms that nobody could understand. Little children who were dragged along with their parents wore little football jerseys and cheerleading outfits, probably not even knowing what was going on. A man with a huge turkey hat would jump up and dance in front of the crowd each time we made a good play. Groups of guys would throw up girls in means of celebration.

While everything seemed to be driven by chaos and mayhem, everyone was there for one reason only, to support their team. It was the most organized pandemonium I had ever seen.

So many people had different ways of showing their spirit, from screaming at the top of their lungs and painting themselves maroon and orange to concentrating diligently on each play in silence. Regardless of how they expressed it, everyone in the entire stand had one thing in common-they were a part of the hokie nation.