How many of us girls pretend to know what we're talking about during the biggest game of the year? Ah, quite a few. But, not apologizing. Why do we play this silly game? Answer- to impress boys, duh.

Growing up in the south, and with a dad and brother, I have discovered that football is a religion. (I probably shouldn't compare these two things, but let's be honest.) Every year in February, I go for the team that the boy I am crushing on is going for. I'll admit, I try to impress him. By googling the star players, I've got my boy wrapped around my finger. And once the game comes around, I've got it.

However, this doesn't always work for me. Actually watching the game with bae, can be tricky. But, my dad is a life saver. During each play, we will text about 'what just happened' and my dad is able to give me football terms. Now, I'm speaking my boy's love language.

My name is Hannah Claire Hartline and I am a shopaholic, who spends her days watching Gossip Girl, wearing pink, and drinking skinny white chocolate mochas. I have absolutely no interest in football, but if I want to score points with the cute boy, I must do my research. Anyone can do it, but you have to want him bad enough. For example, my dear mother, graduated from Auburn University, but what does she know about football? Nada. Sure, she would probably get on my dad's nerves while watching the game, but she doesn't put in any effort in wanting to learn the game. Don't be like her. Ask your boy what team he is pulling for, do research, then talk to him about the team. He will immediately fall head over heels for you, more than likely, and you might even get an invitation to watch the game. Interacting is key, even if you have no idea what a "lineman" is, he will still favor your effort.

Lastly, in order to receive the "nod" from the boy and his buds, here's some of my advice: Even if the handsome and great Tom Brady is playing against your home state, don't pull for him. You will not get the nod if you're only going for Mr. Brady's luscious bod. RISE UP! GO FALCONS!