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| 09.06.08 (12:32 pm) [edit] |
Good afternoon Boys and Girls.Last night, Sweet Lady and I attended a high school football game with her, sadly, soon-to-be-ex neighbors. One of the schools involved is the one their son will attend starting next week when they move back to the small town they're from. Both schools are very small compared to the school here, which is a giant as far as high schools go, with a stadium and sports programs many small colleges would envy. It's so large, in fact that the other night, when Sweet Lady's son went to his away cross country meet, four buses were needed to carry just his school's teams. Even though it too was very small - tiny, by comparison - the home team last night is a couple of divisions up - it's based on the number of kids in the school - in the high school sports pecking order from the one the neighbor's kid will be playing for - the "away team" last night. Regardless, with a third as many kids on the roster and some of the team members playing both offense and defense, the away team - the neighbor's kid's team - won handily. It was a great time. What was interesting to me, sitting there in the five-riser-high away stands across from the seven or eight-riser-high home stands, was that everyone on our side of the field knew everyone else - except for Sweet Lady and me, of course, since we were just guests, but aside from that, it seemed like one huge family. It was neat. So many people came up to SL's neighbors and told them how glad they were they'd be coming back home that it gave even me a warm feeling. Now, I suppose I should point out that their son is an absolute superstar on the football field - a running back with explosive speed and moves that remind me of Barry Sanders - which may have something to do with "welcome home" wishes, but I don't think so. It was just a genuine "prodical family" moment, with the town acting as father. Ah well, I'd planned on getting into my take on this very odd running mate pick John McCain made, but it's been done to death already by people who write far better than I do. I really think Kurt's post today (Media Double Standard? Really... 9-06-08) makes a important point that, to me, has long been obvious, but alas, it won't change any minds. The righties, since they can't argue a single thing he has to say, will simply do what they do when beaten, they'll ignore it. Oh well, it's typical. Enjoy your day peeps. Be good to everyone. |
posted by: auntconi (reply)
post date: 09.06.08 (9:49 am)
Howdy there ~ glad you had a nice time at the game!
I also read Kurt's post you mention and feel the same ~ wish it would change some minds ~ but as you say, "alas..."
I'm enjoying the day so far, as the weather is beautiful/gorgeous/nice/perfect!
"bein' good here boss!" (Cool Hand Luke, remember that movie?)
You enjoy your weekend!
posted by: inkspector (reply)
post date: 09.06.08 (11:42 am)
Gee, our high school does not have too many teams (no football) because it is so small. Nearly the entire school is in band.
posted by: bawdy (reply)
post date: 09.06.08 (12:36 pm)
I think you should volunteer as a tackling dummy.
posted by: preceptlady (reply)
post date: 09.07.08 (1:13 pm)
High school football games are the BEST! They can make you feel young again. The band, the popcorn, the chill of the night. Good times, great fun!
Hope you are well.
Hugs
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