Everyone has their own view or experience of those Friday night football games. For a student section obsessed student in high school it's being apart of the spirit. Making posters, being ridiculously painted or dressed, and being as loud as possible. You could also be just someone who enjoys going to see your friends. Or maybe your in the band, or a cheerleader and your life revolves around the game. Maybe your that parent in the stands that nobody likes to sit by because you're obnoxious (and that's okay). But maybe, just maybe you're that player who has worshiped the game ever since those Saturday night tyke years.
Growing up in a small town, your life is more about football than you ever really realize. The men talk about it in the gas stations, the local businesses hang up their posters, and the football boys' numbers are posted on the telephone poles.
The seasons change, winter draws in cold air and an end to football season. Spring however, is a tease for the football boys as they participate in spring scrimmages and start their workouts. Summer means freedom for students, but for the athletes they are tested more than ever. They see who can really stand the heat and conditioning. Their bonds are strengthened as a team and their progress is recorded. As school begins again and the leaves begin to change it's finally time again.
Crisp air, heavy sunsets over the pressboxes, pink and orange skies, and florescent lights fill the nights. You can smell sweat, freshly cut grass, and nachos or popcorn. You hear the fans, coaches, and you hang on to each word the refs call. You see bonds, stronger than any. The winners with smiles across the faces, losing teams hang their heads.
I can't write as someone who has been in that locker room, or has been behind that helmet or under those pads. Someone who has given their all to this sport, every practice. Someone who has taken the ice baths or steaming hot showers to help their aching bodies. I can sit here and write though, however, as someone who has grown to love and respect those Friday night lights even more the past three years.
To the family I have been surrounded by, thank you. To my better half whose eyes light up when he sees his little brother on the field, I love you for it. To our number three, I hope you know how proud of you we are. Keep doing your best; we will be here every step of the way!
