My unhealthy obsession with Captain America

From time to time, I will discuss the great cinematic masterpieces with my friends.  Citizen Kane, The Godfather, part 2, Road House…all the classics.  I have just seen the trailer (www.marvel.com) to the soon to be greatest film of all time, Captain America: The First Avenger.  I long for this movie like a five year old dreams of Christmas morning.  This is, of course, because Captain America is the greatest.  My buddy said I had “an unhealthy obsession” with Cap; sadly, I cannot disagree.  Is it weird for a grown man to love a superhero, who probably doesn’t exist in real life?  I think not.  He loves freedom and America, people.  Of course, I had to buy that plastic replica shield and Captain America coin bank on eBay (and those t-shirts and join that fan site so I could get all the latest info).  I’m not even a comic book reader, but I think every man has a nerd thing (and a gay thing, but that’s for another blog – everyone’s seen a lumberjack looking dude drinking an Old Milwaukee with his pinky extended).  I would even go so far as to say I am overall a cool guy.  I am a former college football player, I was class president, ran the biggest fraternity on campus, and I do comedy and party more than any other two men with a job.  Yet, when it comes to my hero Cap, I might as well still play Magic: The Gathering with my guildmates when our internet goes down and cuts us off from Everquest for the evening.  I shsould just put on Giordi Laforge’s visor and try to pick up fat chicks at the local Star Trek convention.  I may be a dork, but I know this much -you Nazi bastards will get the red leather boot of liberty up your asses on July 22, 2011.  USA!  USA!  USA!