Wild night for Alabama preps

Or wide receivers?

 

So for once it was the moms costing their kids a scholarship.

 

Oh noooooo…

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So now a parent has to be with your for Friday Night Lights and there is no such thing as little kids throwing the ball around in the back corner. What a great little society we’ve got going here.

https://www.al.com/news/2024/09/ala...vision-during-high-school-football-games.html

 

If we are having an extracurricular activity that no other students are allowed to observe, at that point I am very open to suggestions that we shitcan the whole thing.

 

I wish I could say it was better in the old days, and perhaps it was in some places, but my father recently said the reason why Detroit Public School League football games in the early 1950s were always played on Friday afternoons had nothing to do with lights or tradition. It cut down on police calls for the gang fights underneath the grandstands.

And at least one school in our league in the Bay Area was banned from playing night games at home throughout the 1970s because their fans/students/parolees had an annoying habit of breaking the windows of the opposing school's buses while the game was under way.

 

For the first time in 25 years, I got wiped out on the sideline tonight.
Team ran a wide receiver screen to my side. I shot two frames before realizing he was headed my way. I normally would have run clear, but it was a tight sideline and it was muddy so if I tried to run I probably would have slipped and fell anyway -- and the players would still be coming toward me, so it would have been worse.
I almost escaped it, and then got clipped by the last bit of momentum from a rolling player. Plopped down ass first in the mud.

Thankfully, I wasn't hurt. Even saved the camera and notebook without too much dirt on them. About five cheerleaders had to pull me up because I had no leverage with my hands full and the mud under my feet. I felt like a fat turtle.
Also, one of my wife's best friends happened to be at the game. When I checked my phone at halftime there was a text from my wife saying she already knew about me falling ass over teakettle into the mud.

 

I have no proof, but I’ve heard the same reasoning why Hartford schools played their games on Saturdays. We had a 10:00 start, get to the field at 9:00 wake up too damn early for high school. They needed to fit three games in.

Of course now, that filed has been renovated, and is home to a minor league soccer team and the schools all have their own renovated fields.

 

Way back when there was a Friday where I got hit on the sideline but was OK. Seven days later I got hit again and was pretty far from OK. Not trying to scare you, but this might be a good sign to evaluate your operation down there, tighten up escape plans and evaluate risk-reward ratios. Because 4-5 months living in a passive movement machine is a nightmare way to roll into a new year.

 

Trust me, I'm no hero. I have no pride or shame when it comes to bailing out the second I see the train coming down the tracks. A couple plays later, in fact, they ran that same play further down the sideline where it was drier and I had more room to maneuver and I high-tailed it out of there.
This was just a bad combination of factors that left me with nowhere to go.