Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts

Friday, September 9, 2011

Friday Night Glory

Friday morning...it's awesome because there's a home game tonight at Fountain Lake. And on Friday mornings when I drive around the school I get to see all the senior high players in the big purple jerseys.  They stand together, they swagger together. The girls bump up against them and everybody laughs. The lights will be turned on this afternoon and the field will glow as the sun sets. The stadium is beautiful and pristine, waiting for the Friday night warriors. Most are sweet boys who hug their moms and their mom's friends. They throw footballs at the little boys who wear jerseys on Fridays too, hoping they will some day be able to take the field when the stands are packed and the home crowd cheers and rings cowbells. They are teen-age boys, all on the verge of becoming men, taking care of business, getting a job done, for their school, for their fans and for a tiny Arkansas community built around the purple and gold Cobras.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Teenagers On The Couch

When teenagers come over and hang out at the house, that makes me so happy. Come, eat my food, watch my tv, tease my youngest son.  Last night Lexie's football playing boyfriend came over and her buddy Angel.  I handed Lex a plate of pork chops and some corn to shuck.  They all stayed outside shucking and grilling, then came in to watch Deadliest Warrior. They check their facebooks, text and Lex was doing a dance called the "Wobble". they play stupid games and throw stuff at each other. It was so perfect. yeah, they kind of make a mess but the boy shakes hands with my husband, Angel gave me a hug and fell asleep on the couch and it was wonderful.And i definitely would rather have them here than anyplace else.  I try not to hover too much, I stay in the kitchen and occasionally throw napkins at them and tell them to stop "snuggling" under the blanket on the couch. But I can hear the laughing and cutting up, I can hear the stupid jokes and Ethan showing off his football war wounds and that's an absolutely magical sound.

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