One of my sociology classes required us to read the book, Friday Night Lights by H.G. Bissinger. Not being an avid fan of reading, especially when it’s required for class, I grudgingly did my homework. It wasn’t the first time, but it has been a long time since I truly enjoyed a reading assignment and in this particular case, a novel, feat that is not often achieved.
Not only did I learn the high school football culture in Texas (and other small towns), but the fact that high school football is as closely observed as college football and other major league sports. People may go to church on Sunday, but on Friday nights, the church is found at the high school football field.
And so, here I am spending my Friday night watching football under the lights. Yes, I could have driving down to Champaign to see friends whom I have not seen in years and share a couple pints with them at Murphy’s, but tonight I chose to live it under the lights.
Here are my observations of my first Friday night lights:
– Steal benches means a cold sore arse.
– High school cheerleaders are weird.
– Caffeinated & sugared teens means a lot of annoy noise.
– Parents do not acknowledge their kids. They’re only here for moral support.
– Kids don’t acknowledge their parents, unless they need more money.
– Friday night lights in Texas are much warmer than where I am right now.
– Traditions found in college football do not exist in high school, unless you count abducting the mascot.
– Commentary does not exist.
– Did I mention caffeinated and sugared teens? Help me!
– Kids are excited when teachers come. Correction, only when a teacher is alone, they are easier targets.
– Half show? Keep dreaming.
– There is no such thing as cheering unless there is a good play.
– TV camera? WHOOHOO!!!!!
By the way, whoever said the game started at 5:30, you’re so dead! 5:30 my arse!