High school football is a big deal around here. On a Friday night, it\u0092s the place to be. So this week, we decided to head to the local high school and check out the game. Kaitlyn has never seen a football game before. <\/p>\n
\tIt was packed. We parked a quarter of a mile from the stadium and hiked there… all the while I was wishing I\u0092d followed a neighbor\u0092s advice and grabbed a flashlight for the walk back at the end of the night. <\/p>\n
\tAnd I have to say I\u0092m impressed by the school itself. Beautiful new building. Good to see where our tax dollars are going. Strange to think that it very well may be where Kaitlyn goes to high school. We\u0092ve never lived somewhere before where we could walk past a high school and think that. (We knew we\u0092d move from Durham before she started school and in Wake County the kids are moved so much even the brand new school a stone\u0092s throw from our house wasn\u0092t a guarantee.)<\/p>\n
\tWe paid our ten bucks to get in and it was like stepping back in time 25 years. High school football games haven\u0092t changed that much since the last time I attended one. Although I don\u0092t remember my stadium having a shack selling sweatshirts and jackets with the school name on them. The school colors are maroon and gold; not a color combo you\u0092ll ever find me wearing. But the thought crossed my mind that we could buy a sweatshirt for Kaitlyn. Before I could even suggest it (speaking of purchasing aloud would have made it impossible to then avoid), Bill was leading us to the visitor side. His former boss and current co-worker was there to watch his son play. We found him in the crowd, managed to wave and nothing more because it was too crowded. After a stop for popcorn and nachos, we went back to the home team\u0092s side, only to find the bleachers had filled. Rather than squeeze ourselves into a seat (which was my assumption), we wandered around, standing along the fence to watch the game. It was ok, but it was kinda hard to see. Kaitlyn asked a lot of understandable questions about what was going on. She also cheered for whichever team was currently doing better. I told her you traditionally pick one team and root for them, thick or thin. She told me she\u0092s just a kid and can do it her way. She will not be a good UCLA fan if she\u0092s going to be that quick to abandon the team just to cheer for the winner.<\/p>\n
\tBy just before halftime, all that standing and not understanding was getting to Kaitlyn and she was ready to go. I suggested we stay for the show. The teenagers left their seats when the game stopped and we snagged a spot in the first row to watch.<\/p>\n
\tWhen the band made its way out onto the field, Kaitlyn asked if there would be horses. Horses? (I\u0092m not a fan of horses at football games, as you can imagine.) Horses. Like with the band at that castle in Italy. Band at a castle in Italy? \u0093You mean the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace in London?\u0094 Yea, that one. No, no horses. And I guess that is the only other version of a marching band she\u0092s seen.<\/p>\n
\tKaitlyn enjoyed the show. Bill spent it comparing the performance to when he was in his high school\u0092s marching band. We also stayed to watch the dancers and then the cheerleaders. <\/p>\n
\tThen Kaitlyn had enough. She didn\u0092t care which team won, since she was rooting for both anyway. So we made the trek back through the dark to the car and came home. I think Kaitlyn liked her first football game. She\u0092s determined \u0093when she\u0092s a teenager\u0094 to be the team mascot. An eagle. (There isn\u0092t one now) So she has been practicing flapping her arms and squawking. Lucky us. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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