I was fortunate enough to grow up in a college town.
Fortunate in that I happened to be six when Georgia Southern won their first
national championship and by the time I was 11, the Eagles added three more.
Being that young, I didn’t even bother watching the fourth national
championship game, even though it was played at Georgia Southern’s stadium and
was on television. I grew so accustomed to the Eagles winning national titles
that it wasn’t a big deal to the 11-year old version of me. It happened all the
time, so I why would I watch?
I mention all this because the unprecedented success
of Georgia Southern soured me on high school football. I went when I was in
High School to our games, partly because I was in the marching band and partly
because it was the thing to do in high school.
After college, I stayed close to Georgia Southern
and only when to high school games as a freelance writer for the local paper.
In other words, I had to get paid to go to a high school game. Eventually I got
hired on by a newspaper and started having to “do desk,” which is industry
speak for “sit in the office while everyone else is out covering games and then
proofread and layout the pages when they get back.”
It’s a miserable job.
You’re in the office with one or two other people
while everyone else is out in the community, watching games and having a lot
more fun than me. (This is well before streaming video and tv shows was
commonplace online, so there wasn’t a lot to do but sit and wait.) I
unabashedly started cheering for the local teams to lose playoff games so I
would no longer have to do desk.
I came to loathe high school football and everything
it represented. Mostly because what it represented was being chained to a desk
on a Friday night while my friends were out having fun. And really, who could
really get excited about a high school game when the next day one of the top
FCS teams in the nation would be playing just down the road. It was watching
inferior football and getting excited about it? How? Why?
Eventually, I got so burnt out that I quit
newspapers and went back to school to get my Master’s Degree.
This year, I’ve been doing some freelance work covering
high school games for the same paper I previously worked for. And now, I’m
loving high school football. The pageantry, the way the community rallies
behind their team. I enjoy watching the players look for their girlfriends
after the game and the cheerleaders hold up giant hand-painted banners for the
players to run through before the game. I like hearing the PA announcer yell
from the press box as though he can influence the officials and how there’s not
really a “no cheering in the press box” rule.
So I’m sorry high school football. Sorry I held such
a snobby attitude towards you.
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