I live in a little town called Blacksburg. You may have heard of it.
I mean, if you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you’ve probably read things I’ve written about it right here.
Anyway, you may have heard of it because Blacksburg is home to Virginia Tech. Yeah, it’s kind of a big deal.
Yesterday was Virginia Tech’s last home football game of the season. That means that another year has passed with me living in Blacksburg in which I did not attend a Virginia Tech football game.
I’m not saying I’ve never been to a football game before. I have. Twice. Which I’m sure isn’t much, considering I’ve lived here for nearly six years. The last game I went to was, I think, three years ago. It was a hot one.
Sometimes I feel like I’m missing out. No, FOMO is not a phobia that I actively deal with. I’m missing out but a part of me doesn’t care. Because I’m not too sure I enjoy going to the football games.
Don’t get me wrong, I like football well enough. I mean, I’m not one of those guys who watches ESPN 24/7 and memorizes sports statistics that can be thrown out in conversation at the drop of a hat. My brain isn’t wired for sports, apparently. It’s too busy memorizing movie lines to make room for the name of the guy that won the Heisman Trophy in 2008.
I just don’t like going to the games. And I’m pretty sure it’s because of the crowds. Which is kind of odd, because I love people watching. But I think, for me, there’s such a thing as too many people. The crowd at Lane Stadium just gets too big.
I’m not agoraphobic. At least, not to the point where it becomes a debilitating thing. But maybe there is a touch of agoraphobia there. I mean, I don’t become incredibly anxious in huge crowds (do I?). It’s just not as comfortable a situation for me as it would be with a smaller group of people sitting around watching the game on TV.
I think I avoid concerts for the same reason. I love music. And I think live music is great. It just bothers me that thousands of other people love music just as much as me at the same time. I do better with small, coffee shop type venues where there’s a singer sitting on a stool with a microphone and a guitar.
But there’s still that itch. That nagging feeling that I’m missing out on something that the culture of Blacksburg embraces so tightly. I see the posts on Facebook and Instagram as friends and friends of friends are tailgating and enjoying the game from their uncomfortable aluminum seat in front of the south end zone.
I mean, I have friends (don’t I?) and I hear about people getting their hands on tickets and being invited by people to join them for games all the time. When do I get invited? Three years ago, that’s when. At least, that’s the last time it happened. And, looking back, I wonder if that was an attempted set up. Like a back door double date. Maybe… maybe not.
Look, just because going to the football game isn’t my favorite thing in the world doesn’t mean it isn’t nice to be thought of once in a while.
Basketball season will be getting underway soon (or has it already started?). I haven’t been to a Virginia Tech basketball game since I was in college. And it isn’t that I wouldn’t like to experience a basketball game. I actually like basketball better than football. But I’m never told when a group of friends is going to a game. And a sporting event really isn’t something you just go to by yourself (is it?). It’s kind of weird (isn’t it?).
I have no problem doing things alone. If I’m hungry and want to go out to eat by myself, that’s fine. I don’t have to fill my dinner with conversation. It’s rude to talk with your mouth full anyway. If I want to go see a movie, there’s no problem going alone. I don’t get why movies become social outings anyway. You can’t really talk or interact with the people sitting next to you while the movie is playing. But at a game? You get excited when your team is doing well and you share that excitement with your friends.
So, hey, if anyone’s planning to go to some basketball games this season, call me up. Those crowds may not be my favorite thing in the world, but that doesn’t mean I won’t say yes. I like having fun just as much as the next guy (don’t I?).