I thought I would share a piece of an article I stumbled across today. It's written by Wes Boling from Volunteer TV.
"I love Friday nights."
"I love sports, especially at their purest level. The players are paid only in pride, and athletic directors are more concerned with scheduling the school rival at an advantageous time than they are about selling t-shirts. There's still nothing like watching a scrawny, pad-burdened letter-jacket wearer push aside a stubby, stocky linebacker whose dad and grandpa played on the same field, still as spotty as ever because the timeless janitor is too old to remember where he put the keys to his tractor -- but you can bet your mouthpiece he remembers the score from every battle against the team's crosstown foe. The lights are never fully functional. The scoreboard is missing a bulb or two. The cheerleaders haven't quite perfected their basket tosses, but the hormonious boys in the front row don't seem to mind. The PA announcer's mic is a little too juiced, his accent a smidge too caustic. But this is football. It is torn jerseys with oversized sweatholes. It is sweat saturated with the salts of sacrifice and sentiment. It is an undersized offensive lineman compensating for his dwarfishness with adrenaline-inspired hatred for the boys wearing the other color. It is brushing hands with those very foes after the game, nobly kneeling alongside them for a postgame prayer regardless of the drubbing they gave you five minutes ago. It is anything but a business. And yet there is no more reliable economy than the treasure of untainted enjoyment filling the hearts of young men as they lay substandard blocks and drop wobbly spirals. Such passion is enough to put the local ministers in serious jeopardy. It is enough to resurrect the sleepiest towns. It is enough to last a lifetime if accompanied by innocence."
"And that's why Friday nights will always be special."