Friday Night

careswen and I made our annual pilgrimage to see the Hopkins high school football team play their homecoming game last night.

The game itself was entertaining, with Hopkins scoring the winning touchdown late in the fourth quarter and then needing to stop Armstrong from lateraling their way into the end zone on the last play of the game.

Final Score:
Hopkins 21
Armstrong 17

We sat near the stand band, since my wife is a band geek of old. For such a small band they were pretty good. The half-time entertainment was good, but ran too long. Next year we need to dress warmer. We forgot to bring anything to cover our ears. The stadium always strikes me as kind of small and the stands never did completely fill up. I guess I'm use to Oklahoma, where high school football is a religion.

The real entertainment was the streaker. Yeah, a streaker, at a high school football game, in Minnesota, in mid-October. An apparently crazy fifteen or so year old dressed in nothing but socks ( in Hopkins colors). All I could think was: "Dude, it’s way too cold for that kind of nonsense."

Still, it was a good night. We had a lot of fun and it's the only game we go to each year.

One a different note, I can tell I'm getting older. As we walked back to the car, we kept passing knots of young people, ranging anywhere from 12 to 15 years old and all I could think was how young and small and fragile they looked and, given the things that happened to me at that age and the things I did to myself, how in the world did I ever survive to be an adult?

Friday Night

careswen and I made our annual pilgrimage to see the Hopkins high school football team play their homecoming game last night.

The game itself was entertaining, with Hopkins scoring the winning touchdown late in the fourth quarter and then needing to stop Armstrong from lateraling their way into the end zone on the last play of the game.

Final Score:
Hopkins 21
Armstrong 17

We sat near the stand band, since my wife is a band geek of old. For such a small band they were pretty good. The half-time entertainment was good, but ran too long. Next year we need to dress warmer. We forgot to bring anything to cover our ears. The stadium always strikes me as kind of small and the stands never did completely fill up. I guess I'm use to Oklahoma, where high school football is a religion.

The real entertainment was the streaker. Yeah, a streaker, at a high school football game, in Minnesota, in mid-October. An apparently crazy fifteen or so year old dressed in nothing but socks ( in Hopkins colors). All I could think was: "Dude, it’s way too cold for that kind of nonsense."

Still, it was a good night. We had a lot of fun and it's the only game we go to each year.

One a different note, I can tell I'm getting older. As we walked back to the car, we kept passing knots of young people, ranging anywhere from 12 to 15 years old and all I could think was how young and small and fragile they looked and, given the things that happened to me at that age and the things I did to myself, how in the world did I ever survive to be an adult?