10 Shameful Admissions About My Love of Star Wars

In 4th grade I bought a stack of Star Wars bubble gum cards from Paul Gomez for $5. My mother would've killed me if she'd known I spent that kind of money for something so stupid.

I put those trading cards into sequential order and then flipped through them as I listened to "The Story of Star Wars" on my record player. That was the closest thing to a VCR back in 1977.

I used to wear a hooded sweatshirt to school, not because it was cold but because I like to pretend it was a Jedi's cloak when I would take it on and off.

If my child were a boy, I had planned to name him Harrison.

I didn't hate the prequels.

In fact Revenge of the Sith is one of my favorite movies of the past 20 years. Top five, even.

Anytime I approach an automatic sliding door I wave my hand like I'm force-opening it.

I own a replica lightsaber that I paid more than $100 for.

Actually, I own three lightsabers.

I went to see the movie Hanover Street , a romantic drama set in WWII . When I was eleven. Because Harrison Ford was in it.