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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

High School Football

Last Friday night, a friend and his wife invited me and a couple of my friends to see their son play in a high school football game about a hour away from where I live—in a small town of 615 people. Small towns in Nebraska play 8–man football because the towns are so small that they can’t field 11–man teams. I love going to high school football games in small towns. The game becomes the central unifying focus of the community and it’s so neat to see and experience.

Here are a few snapshots I took at the game:

The mosquitos weren’t all that fun to experience, but everything else was a blast. On one end of the stadium, several people had a grill fired up. I bought a hamburger that was rather tasty, and a .75 cent can of pop. Where else can you buy a can of pop so cheap? I could hear conservations all around me among friends who were catching up on each other’s lives. And little kids were everywhere—playing and chasing each other, while my friend and his wife cheered for their son and his team (they won 34–0, by the way).

At half time, I broke out the nerf football and played catch with my friends. Even though I was sore for two days, it was still worth it. I told one of my friends that the experience seemed to come straight out of a John Mellencamp song called “Small Town.”

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