The weight room. Two-a-days.
Tackling drills. Up-downs till Blue is no longer tired. Bear crawls. Wind sprints. Scrimmage action. It's all leading up to one thing: gameday.
Gameday — when the Friday night lights shine like a beacon and the local boys line it up to take aim at gridiron glory. Tailgaters break out the barbecues and the smell of football season settles on the stadium. Students don face paint and permissibly go berserk for a few hours. A special chatter fills the air.
Coaches and players start speaking a language all their own . . . "42" pitch on one. Z waggle "33" read on two.
"53" mad dog.
Brady's the mike.
The band strikes up the school song while proud alumni pound out the rah rahs. The loudspeakers crackle and Huntley Hamilton, voice of the Panthers, lets loose with a signature "nothin' doin'" on the first goal-line stand.
Ah, yes, gameday — the sights, sounds, and smells of Friday nights in the fall. For many, it's the highlight of their week.
For others, it's a way of life.blog comments powered by Disqus