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Why do they keep playing football games with scores that look like this in the third quarter? I mean, hey, in volleyball? Best three out of five matches makes the game. Once a team wins three matches, there’s no point continuing with the other two and the game is called. (Aside–the best volleyball game is a game that goes three matches. Whoever wins the first match, that’s who you root for. Even if it’s the other team. I’M JUST KIDDING. Maybe.)

I can’t believe how long some people will stand in line for a hot dog.

Of course, I’ve retired permanently from high school football concession duty now. I miss concession duty. It gives you something to do. Now I have to spend three hours wondering what’s going on.
Oh, wait, that’s just like concession duty.
Still, I’m feeling a little sentimental as these last few home games wind down, halfway through the season now. Weston is a senior. I will never ever never (did I say never?) sit through a high school football game again. I’m only there for this boy:

I don’t like football. I don’t understand football.
Referee: “Okay, boys, who’s giving me candy after the game? I gotta make this call!”

Homecoming queen:

Weston’s cute girlfriend in the band:

Sweet moment as opposing players hug on the field:

Or something. It all looks like this to me:

I don’t know the final score. When I finally convinced Morgan to go home with me, it was halfway through the fourth quarter and it was 48-0. They were getting ready to field the cheerleaders and the water boys to give the other team a chance. (THAT IS SO MEAN. I’M SORRY. I’M TRYING TO HAVE SOME SCHOOL SPIRIT HERE.)
Weston stayed after for the homecoming dance and spent the night in town at a friend’s house.
I now retire from homecoming high school football game reporting as I shall never attend another one. So many “lasts” this season! Last high school football concession stand duty! Last homecoming football game report! Where is my gold watch????
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In the first high school football game I ever attended, our school won, 76-0. Although I truly have no idea how they knew who was scoring, since the field was nothing but mud, and every single player looked like Mud Man. (This was the 60′s, when AstroTurf had not yet been invented.)
I never understood football, either, although started to get a glimmer of understanding during the two years we had a band girl. High school football is way more fun than the NFL, that’s for sure.
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When those fall Friday nights roll around and you can just feel it and smell it in the air…A whiff of a hot dog, nachos and cheese or a bag of oversalted popcorn and coke…A lap blanket on your knees, yelling for the team the color your boy is wearing, no matter what is happening on the field!
…Oh boy, in twenty years on a cool Friday night you will yearn for these years of their youth…LOL…I do..
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Don’t tell me, you won’t watch your grandson play football?!? Surely not from the concession stand, but at least be there, root for his team and watch him with pride!
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Actually, I enjoyed high school football. When the nights start to get crisp, it always seems time for Friday night football. And gooey candy apples.
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