Anticipating that Homecoming Game
There is nothing like a Friday night football game.
I have next to no idea how the sport works, other than the objective of the game itself.
Where I come from, football will always be second to hockey, but it will never come last.
Kasson-Mantorville loves football.
It’s an entire event, and the amount of time and effort everyone puts into each game astounds me every time.
There is always your typical football games, and then there’s Homecoming.
It’s a whole other world standing in the student section and playing in the pep band. Everything is so loud and so bright. There is usually silly string and glitter involved also, but that usually doesn’t mix well with expensive instruments.
I love Homecoming, but it isn’t because of the game itself, it’s because of the people you’ll find there.
The entire town packs itself into the stands to watch a game, and the students are as loud as ever.
I didn’t actually work up the guts to stand in the student section until last year, and even then I was standing in the back.
Everyone is yelling and talking over each other, and everyone is laughing and having fun.
I usually just awkwardly stand in the middle of everyone, but somehow I still enjoy myself.
I’ve never been closer to people willingly than when I stand on the seats of the bleachers almost every Friday night. Something about the scenery is beautiful, and something about the people excites me.
It’s the only thing I actually want to participate in, and it’s the only time I feel comfortable to speak my mind. Standing around a hundred other people my age, that’s when I feel the most comfortable to speak.
Maybe it’s because we aren’t in class, or maybe because for a small time I don’t think I’ll be wrong, but it’s usually when I feel the most relaxed.
Something about the field is always relaxing to me. Maybe it’s the lights, or maybe it’s the game itself, or maybe it’s the music I get to play.
Something about football games is always so fun, and I don’t even need to leave the bleachers.
In past years, games were excruciatingly cold. I’d have to wear gloves in between songs, and I’d wear several coats just to keep the wind from blowing right through me. The bleachers were always cold too, seeing as they are made entirely from metal.
I’m hoping this Homecoming isn’t as cold as the last, and I hope I have just as much fun as I did last year.
But while Homecoming is fun, I do encourage everyone to stay safe, buckle up, don’t drink and drive, and get home before your curfew to ensure your parents don’t have a heart attack.