Please don't misunderstand. I do enjoy Friday football. My kids play. At least my 13 year old plays Jr. High ball. What I don't like the disproportionate amount of time, money, and reverence that is place on the "Game". Does the world really revolve around the High School gridiron? What really is the likelihood that your Johnny is going to play in the NFL?
Enough of that, for now. What I started this to say, is, that I find it funny that we send our team out onto the field, the field where boys are made into men, where life's lessons of determination and grit are ground into or boys one tackle at a time, through a portal of paper. The band is playing, the crowd is screaming, cheers are being volleyed at the other stands, and here comes our team, ready to scare the living bageebees out of the other players, sending them into a state of panic. And what is the culmination of all of this. They bust onto the field through an enormous banner of paper. PAPER. Oh, but it has something clever written on it. Couldn't it be a sheet of aluminum siding or something? Something they had to claw their way through. That would scare the crap out of me. Nothing says "We're going to be District Champs" like bursting thru a giant sheet of paper.
El Toro Negro
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