I gave the $6 to the impatient lady at the window and went through the gate into the stadium. It used to be $5, but I guess they are getting greedy. The two high school's football teams played while about only half the people there, watched. For most, High School football games are a place to hang out and walk around. Every now and then you may look up at the scoreboard to see if there are more points under the "home" side or "guests" side. After you spend a few seconds deliberating over which stands for your team, you then make another circuit of the stadium, again finding yourself near the concession stand. Among the noisy crowd, you can hear the cheerleaders (now a bit smaller and younger than I remember them) yelling cheers that about 5 people are paying attention to, while the band plays music having to do with school spirit and pride.

We made our way over to the home side and sat down in the stands. I frequently inquired of my friend Tyler, about how old each of the girls were that walked by. I used to be able to tell in High School, but coming to college, I've lost my sense of grade, or age for that matter. I sat on the hard stone bleachers and enjoyed watching two teams (that I have never seen in my life) hit eachother. I tried to compare this football game to a college football game, and was unable. I finally gave up trying to figure exactly what had changed since I was one of those pimple faced teenagers at the Friday night football game, and decided to relax and watch the game.

I was also surprised to see that the marching band hadn't changed any. I picked out the biggest band nerds, down to the biggest slackers. I could read just about every person's hand that was dealt, and I knew that life, because I had lived it once. The score ended up being 27-0, we won (whoever we is). Now you are probably wondering what I was doing at a High School football game. Well, tonight a bunch of the high school guys that I've been discipling are spending the night. They are all studs, and we have become good friends. We went to Fazoli's afterwards, and then from there, we went and played about two and a half hours of basketball. My muscles ache, and I'm just about ready to pass out.

What a great night.