Look, Fall...
We can hear the Salem High School band practicing from our house. I friggin' LOVE that. It's just starting to get cold and the leaves have long been falling...
It's FALL!
I love Fall and Spring because they are the transitional seasons. They are periods of the year that I can really relate to. Fall doesn't know if it wants to be cold or warm, rainy or sunny, crisp or muggy. It is completely unwilling to commit to any one weather pattern and I love its ambiguity.
Anyways, the change in season, but more particularly the sounds of the high school band drifting over really made me nostalgic for high school football.
I remember going to the games and the sounds of the fans and then the band playing and all of the excitement. And I really had the urge to go to a game.
And then I remembered all of the climbing of the stands and the cold, cold stand under my butt. And the not really knowing what's going with the football game and the just waiting for it to be over. And waiting and waiting and waiting.
And then THAT made me think about what high school football games were like when I was in high school. For one, they were actually at the high school and now I think they are at a local mini sports arena. For another, one of the reasons I would get so tired of being at the games was all of the walking. Remember that? How you had to walk and walk and walk because you were trying to find the person you went to the game with in the first place? But, you got separated when he/she went for just a minute to get some popcorn and next thing, you can't find them anywhere. And you walk around in circles forEVER and then just give up and sit next to someone who at least looks vaguely familiar.
Yeah, high school football really sucked before cell phones. :) Now, I guess you could just text your buddy with your location and be good to go.
Am I too old to make out under the stands now?
Friday, October 13, 2006
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1 comment:
You are never too old to make out under the stands!! I think that people who repress urges as natural and poetic as that might be the people who wind up buying the life-sized rubber man fist...scary!!
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