Friday Night Lights

In case you've been in a cave, high school football is a REALLY BIG deal in Texas. Perhaps you've heard of the book, movie, and TV series called Fr*iday Night Lights??? It is set in Texas and some of it is based on actual events. Okay, okay, I'll totally admit I get just a teensy bit defensive when some people (ahem, Don Osborn) think Texas is the only place where high school football is king. My high school alma mater, C*entral B*ucks High School West in Doylestown, PA, was quite the powerhouse in the 1980s. I am super proud they were undefeated during the entire time I was there and that their coach (and my really challenging Global Affairs teacher), Coach P*ettine, was a class act. His son, the star quarterback in 1984, is currently the defensive coordinator for the NY J*ets. How 'bout them apples? Did I mention two of the greatest quarterbacks who've played the game--Dan M*arino and Joe M*ontana--are from PA?


Whoa, did I digress or what? This past Friday we had the opportunity to get out and watch some high school ball--Texas style (which meant we WEREN'T freezing to death). Lindy had lots of fun hanging out with her Auntie Carolyn, going into the swanky suites, drinking "Sprout," and eating who knows what. She loved watching the band, the cheerleaders, dance team, and, oh yes, the game. Don and I call very enthusiastic people "woo hoo" people and our girl is definitely a "woo hoo" girl. Every once in a while (when she was with us in the stands and not socializing in the suites), we'd hear her cheering and she did admit having fun at the baseball game. (We're still teaching her.)


While I was in the stands, I really enjoyed people watching and taking in the sense of community. It was a lot of fun seeing little tiny children, parents, and grandparents, friends, and family assembled together donning their appropriate school colors and supporting the kids and a fun tradition. It also made me think about a man we knew from church who routinely made it his ministry to support high school football players from our congregation by attending their games. Charlie passed away last week at the age of 56 and was laid to rest on Saturday. Although I didn't know him well, I am certain he was a huge source of encouragement to the young athletes he cheered for from the stands. I also am certain the next time I see Charlie it will be light and bright because we'll be basking in the presence of God in Heaven. How wonderful it'll be to be under that light not just on Fridays but for eternity. And that, I believe, deserves a big woo hoo!