I checked the local paper. Sure enough. Our local team, which had not won a game all year, was playing the #2 team in the state -- a team that had not lost a game and rarely gives up a touchdown.
The last time I had gone to a local game was when my daughter was in high school. I figured why not?
The lights looked a bit brighter when I got close.
The game had already started. The other team already had 10 points and it was only a couple of minutes into the first quarter.
This was the last regular game of the year. The other team is headed for the state play offs. Our local team is not.
It was nice to see so many people at the game. I figured most of them were parents. Sadly the stands were only about half filled.
But still they were there. It was a chilly night. The field was so wet and the temperature was so cold the band did not play. Thus, about 100 sets of parents were not there. I used to be a band parent. If the band did not play, I did not go to the game.
This gentleman was by himself and wearing his coveralls. He was not happy that the local team was losing so badly. Maybe he had a son on the team. I did not ask him.
Looking across the field the other team had a lot of people cheering for them. You will notice this is pretty small time football. This is not the Big 10 or SEC - but I am sure the young men feel like they are playing big time football. And that is good. Why not? It's all relative, right?
Well, at the end of the first quarter the other team was ahead 33-0. In Iowa, if one team gets ahead by 50 points the game is over. This game looked like it would be getting over pretty soon.
Though my time at the game was pretty brief, it was interesting to see the local high school football team play. I wish they could enjoy more success but I was proud that they tried. That's what sports is all about. Or should be.
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