Friday, September 11, 2009
I was driving by my old high school the other day and I had a flashback to our Friday Night Football. I could smell the food... see the crowd and the lights... hear the loudspeaker....feel people on all sides of me as I make my way to my seat. It was a great feeling. I could just feel the energy emanating off of the grass outside of my car. It made me feel so alive. Even though it was void of people at the time, I could see it all in my mind so clearly like it was last night. I felt the adrenalin rush I would get when I saw our first tackle of the season. It was crazy. I loved the atmosphere. I didn't love the whole squeezing through the crowd thing, but I knew we were all there for the same reason (well mostly). We were there to support our team and to watch the game. We were there to boo the other team when they got their first touchdown. We were there to rush the field after a fantastic game to show everyone who owns this field. You could say I miss having something to support. I miss being a part of something bigger than myself. It's too bad that I don't feel the same way about the kids that are playing now. I tried going to a game a few years ago and it just wasn't the same. They aren't my classmates, they aren't my generation. I don't understand them - they don't understand me. I might never be able to have the same Friday Night Football feeling again, but at least it's still in my heart. I'll never forget those awesome Friday nights.