It's probably not a big deal to most people to live in a single place for ten years, but I've lived in Fayetteville longer than I've lived anywhere in my life. Just sitting here now, I can count nine different addresses I've had in those ten years – and I've probably missed a few – but they've all been Fayetteville, Arkansas.
I love this town. And this past week, I couldn't have loved it more. Because living in a college town means living in a football town. And the Razorbacks are one of my favorite parts of the culture in Northwest Arkansas.
After living in Fayetteville for this long, I find it hard to imagine that it's possible NOT to know this, but there was a big game around here on Saturday. A BIG one. No, like BIG. It was all anyone could talk about for weeks — biggest game in the history of Fayetteville… two Top 10 teams, first time in 30 years… Heisman talk… Bama this, Hogs that… — I heard it at work and in line at Walmart. It was THE topic of conversation.
The game started out better than any Hog fan could have dreamed:
And it didn't really unravel until the 4th quarter.
But you know, the final score of that game is what it is. It's the culture, the atmosphere that comes with a game like that in Fayetteville. THAT'S why I love living here. The way this town feels on a game day. It's electric.
I love that I was able to pack up my boys the night before the game and drive up to the stadium to see a line of student tents over a quarter mile long, some having camped out since Monday – just to get the best seat in town for the biggest game of their lives. I love that we drove through campus passing students excitedly heading to what was surely one of the wildest pep rallies the Greek Theater has ever seen. I love that, even though I couldn't be at the game in person, I could participate in the absolute Razorback Lovefest happening on Facebook during big plays and timeouts. Messages and updates from old high school and college friends that are now scattered around the world. It was as good as being there. I love that "How 'bout them Hogs?" is an acceptable greeting around here. And I love the way this town stands behind our team.
We live in a college town, but it's not just ANY college town. It's OUR college town. My name is in the walk. Jeff's name is in the walk. I love that Colt is growing up in the culture that we loved so much we made it our home.
And the Razorback Nation shows up for more than just football. Being a Razorback means showing up for things like Razorback Relief: Operation Haiti back in June, when hundreds of Hogs volunteered their time to package meals for those in need in Haiti – and break a world record in the meantime!
Fayetteville is our hometown. And I'll take Game Day traffic any day if it means my boy gets to grow up a Hog.