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<title><![CDATA[The First Step is Admitting It]]></title>
<link>http://chicksinthehuddle.wordpress.com/?p=440</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 17:29:18 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>nolachick</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I imagine the way I feel right now is kind of how Amy Winehouse felt when they tried to make her go ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I imagine the way I feel right now is kind of how Amy Winehouse felt when they tried to make her go to rehab.  I’m anxious, scared, confused, angry, and I may even have a touch of the shakes.  (Unlike Amy, my hair isn’t weighed down by 5 pounds of hairspray and I don’t smell like 3-day old piss.)  Still, the sad reality of football season coming to an end has me down in the dumps.   Soon, they’ll try to make me watch Arena, and to that I say: “NO, NO, NO!”</p>
<p>Today I take the first step down a long football-less road.  I have the option to enjoy brunch with my friends, hit the mall, or even watch Lifetime movies (gasp!) without the fear or dread of missing a second of game day action.  Like any junkie, I can rest easy knowing just when and how I’ll get my next fix.  It’s after Super Bowl Sunday that the withdrawals really kick in.  In about two weeks, there’s a good chance I’ll be begging someone to inject an NFL replay of the Saints vs. Seattle straight to the vein.  (You don’t even want to know what I’d do to get another hit of the BCS Championship Game.)</p>
<p>We hear the first step to overcoming an addiction is to admit you have one.  And so, here goes.  My name is Nola Chick: And I’m a football addict.  I know I can survive until next Sunday.  God help me the day after.</p>
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