It’s a weird time to be an avid NFL fan – particularly when you’re also a woman.
Beginning in September, I treat each Sunday as a holy day of chicken wings, beer and screaming at TVs. I play on an intramural football team. I own three Patriots jerseys (two, regrettably, bearing the name of a certain blue-eyed wide receiver who shall remain unnamed). I own the Patriots beanie, Patriots vintage tee, Patriots Christmas ornament and two Patriots beer koozies. I have funneled hundreds of dollars into the National Football League’s coffers.
Despite incredulous onlookers, Civil War re-enactors (and a Scarlett o’Hara impersonator) gather to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the Battle of Atlanta.
The race for the coveted yellow jersey continues in France.
On the heels of its decision to make the next Thor a woman, Marvel announces the next Captain America will be African American.