I like to think that all the friends I have that go to Iowa are the "good" fans, and that everyone else is ignorant, but even I get into arguments with them. My hatred for Iowa started after the first Iowa/ISU game I witnessed through the cardinal and gold point of view in 2004, and has been growing ever since.
After living in Iowa City for 5 years, I never realized how much Hawkeye propaganda is shoved down your throat there until I came back after my first year at ISU.
For example, last summer working at the Coralville HyVee, as the football season approached, the managers switched out the normal plastic bags with neon-yellow plastic bags that bore the 2006 football schedule. That, the large section they dedicated to Hawkeye apparel, and the constant reminder over the intercom that football season was slowly approaching (finished off with a cheesy "Goooooo HAWKS!") made me long for the many fall mornings and afternoons I would be spending tailgating by Jack Trice Stadium to prepare cheering on the Cyclones.
Luckily, my sister now goes to UNI, and my parents are apathetic towards Iowa atheltics, so I don't have to hear it constantly when I go home. Outside the home is another story...
After living in Iowa City for 5 years, I never realized how much Hawkeye propaganda is shoved down your throat there until I came back after my first year at ISU.
For example, last summer working at the Coralville HyVee, as the football season approached, the managers switched out the normal plastic bags with neon-yellow plastic bags that bore the 2006 football schedule. That, the large section they dedicated to Hawkeye apparel, and the constant reminder over the intercom that football season was slowly approaching (finished off with a cheesy "Goooooo HAWKS!") made me long for the many fall mornings and afternoons I would be spending tailgating by Jack Trice Stadium to prepare cheering on the Cyclones.
Luckily, my sister now goes to UNI, and my parents are apathetic towards Iowa atheltics, so I don't have to hear it constantly when I go home. Outside the home is another story...