I cannot fully describe it. She beckons me as I stroll across campus, her siren song luring me back for another look, another photo.
She seduces me, entices me to sneak in and get a closer look, a closer photo, a better angle to show off her beautiful colors. I am drawn to her, like a supermassive black, red, white and gold hole whose gravitational force I surely cannot overcome.
Her white borders now shimmer clean and crisp, the tastefully done dark and light green turf giving me the urge to ramble across it. I wonder how it will feel for our first Terp to cross into the Pride Zone, waving up to the students and alums as they roar their approval.
I take photos of her, again and again and again. I do not tire as I attempt to cover every one of her angles, her sharp lines, the "pop" of the pride colors in her fine hair.
Soon, I will need to be out at the place we simply call Byrd. I will need to share her majesty with my fellow Terp loyalists I've sat with since the tough days of the early 90s. I cannot shake her image in my mind.
Since I was able to hold a ball in my hand, I've been immersed in sports. Playing, watching, talking about stats, players, coaches, fans - I've enjoyed every moment.
On Saturday, Sept 1st, at 3 PM, our Terps will provide me what I need.
And she will be my FieldTurf of Dreams.
|Gossett Field House side Pride Zone|