Westmoreland @ Macon

[Antwan]

Gotcha Twan...but I'm not worried about the semi's. If we are going to have a chance with Signal, we have to get them at home (assuming we are going to be in the same quad). I've been told it gets down to the 5th or 6th tiebreaker between the two of us. If Macon or Clay Co. wins, we get the tiebreaker. I have more faith in Macon Co. than Clay Co.

 

You are correct...that would be huge to have home field against SM. They look to be pretty good.

[MountainTroll]

I always pull for the Tigers, but all of Trousdale Co is pulling for Macon this week! You win...we get the overall number one seed in the playoffs. Don't let us down!

 

Well...the ole MountainTroll's gonna bring a little Screamin' Eagle spirit to this match-up. Feel the updraft, my Eagle buddies. Spread yer wings and soar!

 

 

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[muffin]

Wish..........no more than anti Smith Co.. Ole Muff does hang his hat with TC, and whoever MC or SC is playing. But.........being from RBS explains a lot.

Turd-mite have I been on any S.C. threads this season?

[Guest Termite]

Turd-mite have I been on any S.C. threads this season?

Kinda makes my point don't it Muffy??

[muffin]

Kinda makes my point don't it Muffy??

Have I been on any?

[mofojoe]

Hollering...no, but in a 3rd and 24 situation I did wonder why we didn't throw the ball instead of running yet another QB draw! We do have a good coach, who has been great when he had superior talent (private school) but what has he done since he left there??? I believe his record is somewhere around .500 since then. We have a good ball team this year. I believe we could be great if he would open it up a little more. Last year we did throw too much, however this year it is the other way around. We should be looking for a 50-50 split and we would be better than .500 and prolly be around much longer in the playoffs. I don't know why you guys get so upset when someone posts something on here. We have had good coaches in the past and you guys never got on here and defended them this way.

I JUST WANT TO WIN!we are not worried about anybody's stat's for the game.a team win and playing as a team.who cares about anything else.throwing the ball every play last year got us nothing and this coach has taught these boys how to play the game of football.

[PEBBLESTICK]

I JUST WANT TO WIN!we are not worried about anybody's stat's for the game.a team win and playing as a team.who cares about anything else.throwing the ball every play last year got us nothing and this coach has taught these boys how to play the game of football.

I SECOND!!!!!

[11manfront]

I JUST WANT TO WIN!we are not worried about anybody's stat's for the game.a team win and playing as a team.who cares about anything else.throwing the ball every play last year got us nothing and this coach has taught these boys how to play the game of football.

 

I agree winning is important and I am not saying throw the ball every play! We have run the ball well against inferior competition, but what has happened when we play 4A playoff caliber teams? As I mentioned in an earlier post, we need to use all of our weapons to do any real damage in the playoffs. #21 was vastly underused last year and that cost us a win or two, but I am more worried about this year and the playoffs. We have the talent to go a couple of rounds deep in the playoffs if we will utilize ALL our talent!

[Ole3putt]

Well...the ole MountainTroll's gonna bring a little Screamin' Eagle spirit to this match-up. Feel the updraft, my Eagle buddies. Spread yer wings and soar!

 

 

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[jlwlln4]

There was a poem posted on here last year that had soemthing to do about seniors last game of the season, was wondering if anyone coud tell me how to go about finding it. That being said, I want to wish the Tigers best of Luck Friday. I hope Macon comes out and plays hard, especially since it is Senior Night at Macon County.

[Guest Termite]

There was a poem posted on here last year that had soemthing to do about seniors last game of the season, was wondering if anyone coud tell me how to go about finding it. That being said, I want to wish the Tigers best of Luck Friday. I hope Macon comes out and plays hard, especially since it is Senior Night at Macon County.

 

Dear FOOTBALL MOM/DAD,

 

You dreaded this year’s arrival, but it has come just the same. A year that is full of promise, but so many “last timesâ€.

 

Over the year’s you have helped with countless team meals, washed mounds of sweaty uniforms, chauffeured to more early practices than you care to remember.

 

You have been top of the world, elated when your son has had a good night and endured his deathlike silences when he hasn’t. It is amazing how the family mood bobs with the rhythm of each game.

 

You have laughed, cried, screamed, sulked, pouted, sweated, pulled your hair, bit your nails, bit your tongue, paced, worried, frowned, and smiled all very gracefully and within a two hour span.

 

Such is the life of a football mom/dad.

 

You may not be in on the big play, but you feel the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat right along with your son. You keep your composure when some fan behind you wants your son’s head while the opponent on the field is mashing it into the grass. “Get off him, that’s my baby†you’d like to shout.

 

You breathe football at this time of year, especially this time of year when your heart whispers “just a little longer†as the season slides by. You plead and bargain, knowing full well that some other mom/dad on the opponent’s team is making her/his own deal with the Almighty. But you do it anyway, because you no more want it to end than your son does. You do not want to see the desperation in his eyes and the pain on his face as he struggles to put away childhood dreams. You are helpless in the stands, with no way to make it better.

 

IS IT WORTH IT?

YOU BET IT IS!

 

Every lost game sock, every busy Friday night, every recovering Saturday, every aspirin, every ruined hair do, hot bath, goose bumps, and every obnoxious fan and sports writer you’ve had to tolerate is worth it. The fun isn’t measured by how many times your son gets into the newspaper, the game, or what he does when he gets there.

 

The fun-what makes those trips to the ER for the pigskin stitches all worthwhile, is watching a game. What a sport experience can do to convert your little boy into a young man. Watching him tackle the world and you have a front seat.

 

You still see that rambunctious 5 year old playing ball in the yard. You bite your lip and hold back the tears because though you are fiercely proud of the young man he has become, you miss the boy. In fact you mourn for all the little boys. You have watched them grow up together, plot and scheme together, win and lose together. They have raided your kitchen, camped out in your basement, stole your heart. They are blessed with something they will never have again. They know it and you know it.

 

So you pray that wonder will last another game, and then another, because as long as it does, you hang on to a piece of your boy for a bit longer. Watching him walk off that field one last time will be no less painful than giving birth to him all those years ago.

 

We will miss this group of young men.

We will miss watching them run on to the field like soldiers going to battle, the hi-fives after a great play, the chest slams after a great tackle, the celebrations over a big win and the sober faces after a disappointing loss.

 

We will miss watching the boys we love, play the game they love. FOOTBALL.

 

Is this the one??

[jlwlln4]

Dear FOOTBALL MOM/DAD,

 

You dreaded this year’s arrival, but it has come just the same. A year that is full of promise, but so many “last timesâ€.

 

Over the year’s you have helped with countless team meals, washed mounds of sweaty uniforms, chauffeured to more early practices than you care to remember.

 

You have been top of the world, elated when your son has had a good night and endured his deathlike silences when he hasn’t. It is amazing how the family mood bobs with the rhythm of each game.

 

You have laughed, cried, screamed, sulked, pouted, sweated, pulled your hair, bit your nails, bit your tongue, paced, worried, frowned, and smiled all very gracefully and within a two hour span.

 

Such is the life of a football mom/dad.

 

You may not be in on the big play, but you feel the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat right along with your son. You keep your composure when some fan behind you wants your son’s head while the opponent on the field is mashing it into the grass. “Get off him, that’s my baby†you’d like to shout.

 

You breathe football at this time of year, especially this time of year when your heart whispers “just a little longer†as the season slides by. You plead and bargain, knowing full well that some other mom/dad on the opponent’s team is making her/his own deal with the Almighty. But you do it anyway, because you no more want it to end than your son does. You do not want to see the desperation in his eyes and the pain on his face as he struggles to put away childhood dreams. You are helpless in the stands, with no way to make it better.

 

IS IT WORTH IT?

YOU BET IT IS!

 

Every lost game sock, every busy Friday night, every recovering Saturday, every aspirin, every ruined hair do, hot bath, goose bumps, and every obnoxious fan and sports writer you’ve had to tolerate is worth it. The fun isn’t measured by how many times your son gets into the newspaper, the game, or what he does when he gets there.

 

The fun-what makes those trips to the ER for the pigskin stitches all worthwhile, is watching a game. What a sport experience can do to convert your little boy into a young man. Watching him tackle the world and you have a front seat.

 

You still see that rambunctious 5 year old playing ball in the yard. You bite your lip and hold back the tears because though you are fiercely proud of the young man he has become, you miss the boy. In fact you mourn for all the little boys. You have watched them grow up together, plot and scheme together, win and lose together. They have raided your kitchen, camped out in your basement, stole your heart. They are blessed with something they will never have again. They know it and you know it.

 

So you pray that wonder will last another game, and then another, because as long as it does, you hang on to a piece of your boy for a bit longer. Watching him walk off that field one last time will be no less painful than giving birth to him all those years ago.

 

We will miss this group of young men.

We will miss watching them run on to the field like soldiers going to battle, the hi-fives after a great play, the chest slams after a great tackle, the celebrations over a big win and the sober faces after a disappointing loss.

 

We will miss watching the boys we love, play the game they love. FOOTBALL.

 

Is this the one??

Yes, thank you so much.