There is a town about thirty minutes from me that is big enough to have three high schools. They all have the same name followed by their location, East, West, and South. For some reason they don't have a North. Apparently someone came up with the idea of letting kids go to whichever school they wanted to attend. So all the smart kids go to one school and all the athletic kids go to one of the others. I don't know who goes to the third school. Hoodlums? Pregnant girls? Teachers with only one arrest for kiddy porn?
Last year the school with all the athletic kids went to the state championship in football.
For some reason the school with all the smart kids still has a football team of its own.
Last night my old high school
played this ragtag bunch of computer geniuses. It was 21 to
nothing before three minutes had passed in the first quarter.
So the coach made wholesale
substitutions. The entire second team came in. By the end
of the first quarter the score was 35 to nothing.
There are over ninety boys on my alma mater's team. The other team had thirty-five kids.
They had almost as many
cheerleaders as players, I noticed. It was a good squad with cute
uniforms, really snazzy pom poms, and plenty of guys to hoist the
girls up in the air and make pyramids. They were a goodlooking,
precision drilled group. But it was pathetic watching them go through
their cheers for a team that spent most of its time on its own twenty
Unlike the visiting team, my old
high school doesn't have any cheerfleaders or pom pom girls -- even
though there are over four thousand kids who go there. I think they
took the feminist movement VERY seriously.
Even though the music
department is huge, they also don't have a marching band either.
Instead one of the four or five jazz bands played during the game and
halftime. That was cool. They were very good. They just didn't
march or play marching music. There was a girls' dance team
perfomance at half time. I guess a dance team is okay. But apparently, cheerleaders and pom pom girls are too 1960's. I don't know what the deal is about not having a marching band.
By the end of the first half the
score of the football game was 55 to nothing. In the second half, the fourth team went in. Finally, the scoring stopped. Some
people love it when it's a slaughter. No need to worry about the
outcome. But it's not fun to watch.
I was impressed with one
thing: Despite the fact that they had no hope of winning, the
kids on the visiting team never gave up. They ran on and off the
field with enthusiasm. They jumped up after every play, as if the
score was much closer. At the end, there were even a couple of guys who left
it all on the field and had to be helped off. I would have
saved it for another day. Sitting there watching the carnage, you'd
never know this hapless team was being crushed if you went by anybody's
body language or willingness to go back out there for more punishment
again and again.
In about three weeks the school
with the athletic kids will be coming to town. The one that's
ranked among the top teams in the state.
That will be a good game. As opposed to last night's human sacrifice.