Really?
Really, dude?
Come on, that’s not fair.
I avoided the inevitable Riggins downward spiral for years by simply refusing to watch Friday Night Lights. Sure I heard about people going gaga for this guy, but I didn’t get it. I rolled my eyes and snorted and whispered under my breath, “cut your hair, you hippy.”
However, after plowing through two seasons of FNL in less than a month, I’ve fallen big-time for bad-boy Riggins. He’s a hard livin’ hard drinkin’ football playin’ womanizer…and apparently only a sophomore in high school. He skips class and cheats on tests and sleeps around and is incredibly sexy because of it.
In real life, Taylor Kitsch is a 28 year-old Canadian model/nutritionist. Snooze. I’ll take Riggins and all his self-sabotaging behavior over the actor who plays him anytime.
I confess this because it’s a first.
I’ve never fallen for the bad boy.
My mom taught me well. Perhaps too well. I could have messed around at least a little with the bad boys. If for no other reason than to have strengthened my immune system as a growing girl.
Thinking back, I guess I did crush on one football player back in high school. He was big and strong and all muscle and pounded his opponents on the football and lacrosse fields. But then again, he was in my AP Art History class, he was a member of both the Physics and Latin clubs and he was one hell of a potter. Chris Scavone was no bad boy.
Damn you, Riggins!!
gretch
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