Football season is upon us. As the mother of ball loving sons, I often feel like my life can be categorized by what ball was being played with at that particular time. We sold our house during baseball season, my grandmother passed away during football season, etc. I confess I prefer the beautiful spring days of baseball season and the fast paced roar in the gym of basketball season to the late and often cold Friday nights of high school football season. My long lean sons don’t possess the stature required for an injury free football season so the sound of crashing helmets can cause me great stress. I’ve learned to watch the game by just scanning the field so as not to focus on the intricacies of each play or see which player ends up on the bottom of the heap.
Growing up in small town Georgia I do get the enthusiasm and pride that goes along with supporting the local team. The star players in those small towns often go on to run for mayor, own the local sporting goods store, or coach a team of their own and continue to relive their championship season and the play by play of each game well into their senior years. The marching band, twirling majorettes, and pom- pom shaking cheerleaders set the tone each Friday night as the town fills the stadium. My enthusiasm for high school football waned when I attended my children’s Buckhead private school games. High school football without a marching band is like the Dallas Cowboys without the cheerleaders. With the private schools priority being placed on academics and other extra-curricular activities like chess club or debate team, the marching band slowly became extinct. I’m sorry, but a few beatnik type musicians playing their instruments in the stands does not compare to the stadium rocking sensation of the marching band.
Since my younger son has decided to retire his cleats and shoulder pads this year, I will no longer be regularly attending Friday night games. My husband on the other hand will still be in the stands so I will look forward to a season of girl’s nights with Georgia, our chocolate lab. Someone was looking out for me when we happened upon a lab that cares nothing about a ball.
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