Be Frank: Spirit returns
Bethany Frank
Issue date: 9/23/09 Section: Sports
There is something about sitting in the middle of Turpin Stadium that undoubtedly manages to make all my life frustrations melt away. Perhaps there is something behind the saying, "home is where your heart is." Perhaps there is something about Turpin Stadium that brings things to life.
It is no secret that school spirit is muted on campus. But there was something at Saturday's game. There was magic when the Demons stepped out on the field.
The stands were filled and lively. Bodies and faces were painted in Demon pride.
It would be wonderful to blame the newfound spirit on our winning streak, but we all know that couldn't be the case. Regardless, when the Demons ran through the tunnel and emerged in the purple smoke, cheers exploded from the crowd.
I don't know much about football. I do not get the point of false starts. I think they are dumb, and they mess up my photos. I don't grasp the concept of a down or why after four tries we no longer get the ball when we were literally inches from the "touchdown marker." I cannot fathom how it is appropriate for guys to grope each other on the field and shudder at the thought of hugging in public.
But I adore attending sporting events. I like the adrenaline rush when people scream and yell. I like the gorgeous boys running around in tight pants, and we do have some cute football players (even though they have helmets on).
I like the camaraderie that evolves. Suddenly, societal expectations are lifted and people join together for the simplest of causes and have a ball.
But I had yet to see this type of camaraderie at NSU. It seemed the stands would forever be haunted by the ghost of school spirit past.
Dallas Cowboy fans always impress me. The team hasn't had a stellar season in years, but their fans follow them religiously.
It is easy to adore and support a winning team, but it takes something extra to back up a team that is batting 0 for 3.
Demons seem to be confused by the Peveto Promise. The man never said he would bring home victories or records. He never actually said we would win. He simply said it was "a whole new ballgame."
It is no secret that school spirit is muted on campus. But there was something at Saturday's game. There was magic when the Demons stepped out on the field.
The stands were filled and lively. Bodies and faces were painted in Demon pride.
It would be wonderful to blame the newfound spirit on our winning streak, but we all know that couldn't be the case. Regardless, when the Demons ran through the tunnel and emerged in the purple smoke, cheers exploded from the crowd.
I don't know much about football. I do not get the point of false starts. I think they are dumb, and they mess up my photos. I don't grasp the concept of a down or why after four tries we no longer get the ball when we were literally inches from the "touchdown marker." I cannot fathom how it is appropriate for guys to grope each other on the field and shudder at the thought of hugging in public.
But I adore attending sporting events. I like the adrenaline rush when people scream and yell. I like the gorgeous boys running around in tight pants, and we do have some cute football players (even though they have helmets on).
I like the camaraderie that evolves. Suddenly, societal expectations are lifted and people join together for the simplest of causes and have a ball.
But I had yet to see this type of camaraderie at NSU. It seemed the stands would forever be haunted by the ghost of school spirit past.
Dallas Cowboy fans always impress me. The team hasn't had a stellar season in years, but their fans follow them religiously.
It is easy to adore and support a winning team, but it takes something extra to back up a team that is batting 0 for 3.
Demons seem to be confused by the Peveto Promise. The man never said he would bring home victories or records. He never actually said we would win. He simply said it was "a whole new ballgame."
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