Good Ol' Football

I was about to start my post on why MySpace is so boring for me. But almost 30 seconds before I touched this keyboard, I realized something.

There are two things I can do that might spice things up for myself, and probably for my reader(s) as well. The first is that I can mention two different topics or stories, and flip a coin to determine which I go with. The second is that I can add a poll to the right and let you choose. I'd put the poll up at the end of the most recent post, and take the official count minutes before I write again.

The problem is that I don't know how many people could access the poll, so I don't think it would be a good idea. On the other hand, if I do a coin flip, who is going to see the result besides myself? Where's the fun in that?

For now, I'll flip a coin. MySpace rant or another high school story. (I have a journal that I created my senior year. Just by reading a sentence, I can remember what happened that day.)

Haha, tails never fails.

I went through that journal, but there's nothing decent enough to put on here. That really forces me to try to remember something. I'm ruling out any football games. I had fun some of the time, but there wasn't anything interesting going on. The half-time performances weren't really interesting either.

Well, maybe I'm wrong about that. Now that I think about it, I probably had the most fun during my first two years. Having something to do on a Friday night was a new experience for me. The football season lasted from the middle of August to early November. The weather for the first game was always in the 90s. Each week, the weather would cool down just a bit. By the time the season was over, the temperature would be closer to the 40s. It had to be cold because I remember families bringing blankets to keep warm. If it was extremely cold, the band could bring blankets too.

Riding the bus to an away game was fun as well. There was always a song, or something funny happening. I sat by myself for the first two years if I remember correctly. But I would have my CD player and a window to look out of. Going to the game wasn't as fun as coming back.

The games would usually end around 10:30PM. If it was a home game, I'd be home by 11:30PM. Right after the school song was played, we would file out of the stands, and get back on whichever bus we were assigned. We would put our uniforms back in their bag and wait for everyone to be accounted for.

But it meant that when we did leave, it was cool and dark. Depending on the location, I would be treated with a view of downtown Dallas on the busiest of nights. So much traffic and so many lights. I would stare out and into other cars, just so I had a visual of who was out there. Sometimes a guy would point out the occasional hot chic driving. "Oh man, did you see that?!"

When we arrived back at the school, we would hang up our uniforms, put our instruments away, and then meet with the directors. If anyone acted up, they had to stay a little bit late. If we had a bad performance, we all had to stay late. If it was an away game, this could be anywhere between midnight and 1AM.

So, my Friday looked like this:

5:45AM: Wake up.
6:40AM: Be at the band hall.
7:00AM: Band practice.
8:05AM: Back to band hall to change.
8:20AM: First class started. (Band for me.)
3:45PM: School ended.

Depending on how far we had to go, we either went back to the band hall right after our last class ended, or we would have to show up around 5PM.

7:15PM: Game starts.
8:30PM: Half-time show.
10:30PM: Leave game.

As I mentioned, I got home between 11:30PM and 1AM. But I would still stay up once I did get home. I'd be online talking to people, or I'd be on the phone. (Yes, I used the phone plenty back then.) I really don't remember how I stayed up. I barely remember what my Saturdays were like. I'll have to ask my parents, because they should remember.

Either way, tomorrow is a MySpace rant or my metamorphosis from freshman to sophomore.