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In the not too distant past, the day of the week became Friday, the time of day was on toward evening and the Spice and I had a job to do. The short way to state our job was to say that we were going to pick up GM1 at a high school football game and bring her to our house to spend the night. But it was much more complicated and time consuming than just that. To do the job we attended our first high school football game since YD graduated from high school – approximately 19 years ago.
GM1 is in the marching band and we had to wait until she was through playing to pick her up – at the end of the game. The game was being played at the stadium of the high school from which OD and YD are alums – yet GM1 is a member of the band that was on the visitor’s side. In a quirk of fate, she is attending school at the bitter rival of the school of both daughters. She had ridden to the game with the band on a school bus but had permission to leave with us after the game was over.
We decided to go to the game late so as not to sit for so long and as we neared the school stadium I remembered the one main thing that I didn’t like about attending these games – the traffic and parking problems. We finally found a parking spot on the far side of the school – I’m guessing it was about a quarter of a mile from there to the stadium. As we got to the stadium it was nearing halftime but two long lines were still in queue to buy tickets to get in for the game.
We finally got tickets and got in just at halftime but we still paid full price for the tickets. It did feel very odd to go to the visitor’s side of the stadium at the high school of both daughters. The Spice concluded that she would not pull for either side because of the mixed emotions. We hiked to the far side of the stadium; let GM1 know that we were there and finally found a seat to watch the rest of the game. The contest was a hard fought one but GM1’s school came out winners – 28 to 20.
GM1 was to leave from there to go with us but had forgotten that her clarinet case was on the bus. I walked back with her to get that while the Spice headed the other direction and we met at the car. Then when we were trying to get out of the place, I don’t know if the traffic was pandemonium or simply mass confusion but it took a while. We finally got on the road going in a direction away from our residence but knowing the area, we just went down to the main highway and turned the right way.
The young freshman band member looked as tired as the football players because the director really put them through their paces during the whole game. Usually GM1 will watch a lot of TV before going to bed but she watched a short while and said she was tired and went to bed. The Spice and I looked at each other and wondered if we had picked up the wrong kid at the game. I am not saying that I will never go to another high school football game but rest assured my presence at them will be few and far between and then will only go see someone that is dearly loved participate in the proceedings.
Both football teams were praying that they would win the contest but I really think it boiled down to better coaching and less mistakes that caused the victory. I do feel like God was molding the players and even the band members whether they were on the winning side or not. Hopefully some of them realized this and drew value from it. God is still good, all the time. ec
GM1 is in the marching band and we had to wait until she was through playing to pick her up – at the end of the game. The game was being played at the stadium of the high school from which OD and YD are alums – yet GM1 is a member of the band that was on the visitor’s side. In a quirk of fate, she is attending school at the bitter rival of the school of both daughters. She had ridden to the game with the band on a school bus but had permission to leave with us after the game was over.
We decided to go to the game late so as not to sit for so long and as we neared the school stadium I remembered the one main thing that I didn’t like about attending these games – the traffic and parking problems. We finally found a parking spot on the far side of the school – I’m guessing it was about a quarter of a mile from there to the stadium. As we got to the stadium it was nearing halftime but two long lines were still in queue to buy tickets to get in for the game.
We finally got tickets and got in just at halftime but we still paid full price for the tickets. It did feel very odd to go to the visitor’s side of the stadium at the high school of both daughters. The Spice concluded that she would not pull for either side because of the mixed emotions. We hiked to the far side of the stadium; let GM1 know that we were there and finally found a seat to watch the rest of the game. The contest was a hard fought one but GM1’s school came out winners – 28 to 20.
GM1 was to leave from there to go with us but had forgotten that her clarinet case was on the bus. I walked back with her to get that while the Spice headed the other direction and we met at the car. Then when we were trying to get out of the place, I don’t know if the traffic was pandemonium or simply mass confusion but it took a while. We finally got on the road going in a direction away from our residence but knowing the area, we just went down to the main highway and turned the right way.
The young freshman band member looked as tired as the football players because the director really put them through their paces during the whole game. Usually GM1 will watch a lot of TV before going to bed but she watched a short while and said she was tired and went to bed. The Spice and I looked at each other and wondered if we had picked up the wrong kid at the game. I am not saying that I will never go to another high school football game but rest assured my presence at them will be few and far between and then will only go see someone that is dearly loved participate in the proceedings.
Both football teams were praying that they would win the contest but I really think it boiled down to better coaching and less mistakes that caused the victory. I do feel like God was molding the players and even the band members whether they were on the winning side or not. Hopefully some of them realized this and drew value from it. God is still good, all the time. ec
posted by mreddie | 10:46 PM
4 Comments:
Hi Mr. Eddie ~~ Sounds like a dreary
time finding park and walking etc etc
Glad it turned out well in the end.
I am so pleased that you got a good report from your doctor and extended
your visits. All positive !!
You will be looking forward to a visit to your OD and family.
Thanks for your comments, and John seems to be well, apart from the cough. Take care, Kind regards, Merle.
It's always a little surprising to realize how big high school football is down there.
Friday night football... only went a few times when one of the grands was playing...but it was fun. Didn't even mind the long walks back to the car. Remember one night at Bryson City that was soooo cold, but I was prepared. At least 2 layers of clothes, boots, heavy quilted coat with hood, and a quilt brought from daughter's house over my legs. I was sandwiched between Daughter and Husband. I was plenty warm. They still complain about how cold it was. But, hey, that was my Grandson down there playing and I was Happy!! They won!!
merle - What we won't do for the "grand" ones. :) We are looking forward to the upcoming Texas visit as well - we leave out somewhat early Saturday morning.
AC - It is really big stuff around here - I just don't care to fight the crowds - - except to see one of the gruntmonkeys incolved in part of the proceedings.
ancient one - In the past, we most often got cold as well but the cold hasn't reached this far south as yet, in fact it was a bit sweaty the other night.
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