We won the Battle of the Bear! (Full disclosure: I have no idea what that is)
There comes a time in every young man’s life when he has to return to his first, post-high-school football game. For this young man, that time was this weekend. Granted the game wasn’t at my own high school, but who’s keeping track? Odds are if I went to my own high school home coming football game, I’d leave after the first quarter when we were already down 35-0 and go drown myself in Mint Oreo Blizzards at the Dairy Queen across the street. Ice cream, mint syrup, and Oreo bits have always filled a void that football never could. But I digress…
Becca, one of my besties from NYU, was back in town for the long weekend and it just happened to be home coming weekend. Ironically, I never knew until Friday that home coming was actually supposed to be for alumni to have a literal “home coming.” But after driving 4 hours through hellacious traffic on the 5 to get to Escondido, Becca and I went to her high school’s home coming game, and the nostalgia was in full force. First of all, it was freakishly cold for Southern California (55-60 degrees, which yes I realize is not actually cold). The point is that it felt like fall, and I got to eat a hot bowl of homemade bean chili while rooting on the Eagles. The show choir sang, there was a raffle drawing, and the marching band was playing right in front of us. I didn’t know the fight song, but it was the same tune as the UMich fight song, so I just sang that instead. The thing that really stood out to me was the developments in cheerleader technology. Did you know they can spell now?! They used their pom-poms to form letters, that then were coherently put together to form words. And these just weren’t ordinary pom-poms; they were glittery pom-poms. I could have sat there and watched them correctly spell things in glitter-writing all night, that’s how impressed I was. It’s nice to know they’ve finally let cheerleaders into English classes. To top it off, during the halftime show, they did the dance to Party Rockin’ by LMFAO. I wish that everyday I were shufflin’. What are these crazy kids going to think of next?