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Sunday February 01, 2004

My digital confessional

Forgive me, internet community, for I have sinned. I've committed the unspeakable blasphemy against this great nation in which I live. I am a despicable heretic, and deserve no pity.

I seriously don't care for NFL football.

WAIT! Wait! Put down that stone, and let me explain myself. I know, what I've said is quite shocking (and very un-American to boot), but there is, I believe, a worthy explanation for it all. Just give me sixty seconds of your time, and I'll show you that I really do deserve your mercy.

Although I'm very much an American, and care about this country more than I could possible express on my itty bitty little blog, my upbringing makes it hard for me to get so excited about watching 300 pound bulls tossing a ball back and forth. You see, I'm Croatian. My parents hopped over to the United States from this little peanut-sized country called Yugoslavia way back in the day. And in my Croatian household, soccer reigned supreme.

Sure, we watched other sports. Tennis was always popular, and even football had its place. You could very well call us Browns fans (you can't be from Cleveland and escape physical assault without at least claiming to bleed orange and brown). But as wonderful as American football is, soccer is the real "football" as far as the Croatian universe is concerned (showing my true American roots, I'm placing the blame squarely on those backward Europeans).

I think it's in my genes, or something. I bet we Euros have perfectly round soccer ball-shaped cells in our body, while the whitebread American set has the pinched-end variety. I'm sure I read it in some journal somewhere. You really can't blame me for my genetic influence. I am without choice here, people.

So, today, I will go to a SuperBowl party (I may be different, but I'm not stupid), eat some chips, and pretend to be excited about the game if only for my own safety. I guess I don't really deserve forgiveness, considering my unrepentant heart, but please try to understand. Football just ain't me. It's not in my genes, not in my blood. As a child, nobody tossed me a football, and until I turned 14 I though a pigskin was the leftover product of the Croatian center's outdoor roast.

In closing, I'd like to say that if I were raised in a different environment, perhaps loaded with different DNA, I might be a little more excited today. You could probably even find me wearing a generic team jersey from Walmart. But all these variables, they were out of my control.

Mercy, anyone?


I'm not a fooball fan either (except when Ohio plays Michigan -- GO BLUE!) but the Superbowl is good for the commercials.

Granted, I'm also anti-materialistic, but when a company is paying $3 million for 30 seconds of airtime, it's not too bad.

jen on February 1, 2004 05:52 PM

LOL. You're funny, Drina. I suppose I have another reason to be thankful that I'm Canadian, eh? :) I really don't understand the point to football, myself... Ah well. I hope you had a good time at the superbowl party anyway. :)

Courtney on February 2, 2004 11:24 AM

lol I have viewed you on a big game day...I just think it is funny that you escaped the religious aspect of your family but not the football you are so crazy!!!

Your old roomie on February 2, 2004 04:48 PM

Hey there! I came here through your wonderful Jonathan Brandis site (Thank you for the wonderful work you put into it, I'm so glad somebody made a site as good as that one!). This personal site of yours is just as beautiful, you're really talented and have a great eye for ... well, beauty ;-)!

Maybe you'll check out mine :-).

Take good care,

Sabrina on February 2, 2004 06:37 PM

Hi Drina, I had a reply from the Academy Awards about Jon. I posted it on They are leaving him out.

Liz on February 3, 2004 05:12 PM

All I have to say is GO OSU.....Michigan sucks!!!!!!!!!

The sis on February 6, 2004 09:38 AM

Klara, you are the biggest dork I know.

Drina on February 7, 2004 12:06 AM