Apples to Oranges

As my husband sat down to watch last night's OSU men's basketball game, he made a comment that I should pay close attention so I could make an informed blog entry. It was an odd statement, but I could see his point. My passion for basketball is a lot different from my passion for football.
To explain this, let me explain my passion for football. If you were to sit in front of me at an Ohio State football game, I would apologize to you before the game. I wouldn't be apologizing for cursing, flashing, drinking, or puking on you. I would be apologizing because I have been told I have a knack for making someone's ears ring with my constant yelling.
I don't sit down much during football games. I bought my ticket to go to the game, stand up, yell at the team, yell at the refs, and just generally make a spectacle of myself. I am pure entertainment, but I take exception when I am compared to the crazy obnoxious guy who is just yelling incoherently at the blurry figures on the field. No, I know what I am talking about when I yell. I just really get into the game. It takes me a while to wind down afterward, and I am sure my mom has wished on more than one occasion that I didn't chew her ear off about game play and strategy all the way back to the car.
Now, when I go to a basketball game, you will meet a completely different type of fan. I like to sit at basketball games. I take in the court, the players, the back-and-forth. Perhaps I can't sustain the type of energy I have at a football game for all the constant action in a basketball game. Perhaps I just haven't found the passion I need to have for basketball yet. I am not really sure why, but I just find myself much more reserved when I watch a basketball game. As I learn more about the strategy, I open up a little more throughout the game, but there is just way too much scoring for me to cheer as loudly for 40 minutes.
But I am sure many ear drums in Columbus are thankful for that!

Update: As far as my opinions on last night's game versus USC Upstate -- well, it wasn't too exciting, was it? Though my husband was screaming at the TV for 15 minutes of the first half, I wasn't really worried at any point. It was nice to see Sully ease back in. Hope his back is feeling better.