It’s hot. It’s loud. Thousands of purple-clad revelers — I suspect many of them drunk — are alternately cheering, booing and dropping F-bombs when they don’t like a ref’s call.
And, like a maniac, I’m screaming with the rest of them, even though most of the time I’m not completely sure who or what I’m cheering for.
I have become an Orlando City Soccer Club fan. To quote the Talking Heads (the oldsters will know who I’m talking about): “Well … how did I get here?”
I don’t even like sports. But in a family of three, two of whom most decidedly DO like sports, I am outnumbered.
The games are a spectacle, thanks in part to the exuberant fans.
Case in point: During the national anthem, when the performer sings “gave proof through the night,” the crowd — in a nod to UCF — always screams “KNIGHTS!!” with gusto.
It pains my Gator heart to admit that makes me smile.
Lisa Cianci, the Sentinel’s Local News Editor, is also dragged to more than her share of Orlando Magic and UCF football games.
