Friday night high school football in Texas is a whole lot like a old time tent revival.
I’m not too into the pep rallies at school these days, but man, I love the games.
There’s this group of dads.
They stand on the field watching, arms crossed, backs straight. And I don’t know. It’s sad. Used to they weren’t allowed on the field. I don’t know what’s changed. I’m sure they’re proud papa’s and that’s why they’re there, but it looks more like the guy in Glory Days talking about the good old days and how things used to be so great.
I wonder what the coach thinks. I know I love my parents, but if I had a group of them standing outside my room on deadline days, I’d probably go a little nuts.
DD has a photo show today. OMG, she’s going to have to get a job to afford mounting and printing the photos!