For those of you who have grown up in a small town you know exactly where you were every cold, fall Friday night. Whether it be traveling to away football games or sitting in the rundown stands smelling the fresh cut grass on the field. Friday night lights are something us small town folk cherish. We wait all day anticipating seven o'clock. Seven o'clock means its football time. Getting to the game a half an hour early because if you don't the stands will be full and you will have to stand or sit in the end zone seating on the cold metal bleaches. As soon as you walk through that big blue gate you see the waves of blue and gold. Kids with face paint, teenagers with blue and gold sweatshirts and parents with blue and gold blankets and jackets. The spirit is there and you can feel it in the atmosphere.

As you walk down the track to the stands the smell of hot dogs and hot chocolate fill the air. The sounds of the band warming up and the cleats on the pavement are some of the sweetest sounds. Finally, the game is underway. The whole crowd really gets into the game and you can feel the energy radiating off the players. You can almost smell the sweat and mud that coats the players on the field. It may sound disgusting but to small town folks nothing smells better. Every touchdown the cow bell rings and the fight song players. Smiles light up the stands. When the game gets close and the home team pulls through the stands immediately empty.

Everyone fills the track waiting for the opportunity to rush the field. The fans and parents rush to greet the players and congratulate everyone on the win. After the field empties out and the parking lot is no longer full you get that feeling of gratitude because you are part of such an amazing community full of support for these players and this team. Trully there is no better feeling.