“IF HE KICKS THE BALL BETWEEN THOSE YELLOW POLES THEN WE WIN THE GAME!” I yelled out with my raspy voice to my international friends. I’ve been explaining the rules all night from “those giant carrots with chains” to “the big sumo wrestlers on the line” because it’s their first-ever American football game in their first month in the United States.
It all started during my sophomore year at TU when I lived in Lafortune House as part of the international living community that mixes international students and a few domestic students. It’s Saturday night, college football night in America. And if there’s one thing I know my Saudi Arabian, Korean, and Indonesian hall-mates must experience, it’s the opening game that’s taking place about 80 yards from our residence hall. Continue reading