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!”
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????