Actually, the news that William was planning to play came as a surprise to me. He has been nursing a back injury from soccer since back in the spring. Until recently, the hope was that he'd be ready for football by the time of the first district game. Seriously, aren't those the games that count most?
He, too, obviously succumbed to the lure of Friday night lights. It was the first game of the season and he was back. Of course, his doctor had provided him a green light. Reportedly, the coaches were sensitive to the fact that he needed to be careful. Consequently, he wouldn't play the entire game.
Early in the second quarter, he was back on the field for the remainder of the game. His name was often called over the public announcement system as being responsible for a tackle. The score ended with the Home Team scoring 43 points and the Guests scoring 14 points. In anybody's books, that is a significant win for Sealy.
Actually, the first half of the game seemingly took forever. There were players down on the field on both teams with injuries more often than I've ever seen in one game before. One of the Sealy players incurred an ACL injury that reportedly will have him out of play for the remainder of the season. That is anything other than a stroke of good luck during a player's senior year in high school.
We came to watch William play [number 43] and the only time we've seen him was on the field. It was past our bedtime when he got home last night and I suspect we will be gone this morning before he is out and about.
Did I mention the other surprise related to Friday night lights was the rain that cooled our jets so-to-speak shortly after the game started? Some folks in the stadium had the good sense to bring umbrellas. Our son who is as smart as his mother said unequivocally that it was not going to rain.
Did I mention, he was wrong in his prediction of the weather?
Thoughtfully, our daughter-in-law handed us both a plastic poncho folded in a 3-inch packet. The General and I looked like Laurel and Hardy attempting to make the thin plastic sheeting work in the blowing wind. Half of the time the thin layer of clear plastic was over my face. It was like wearing the thin plastic that covers your clothing by the cleaners.
In addition, my glasses were covered with rain and they didn't have windshield wipers. I intuitively knew that it was going to seem like a very long game. Eventually, the rain stopped and by the fourth quarter, I had completely discarded the plastic poncho.
Of course, the seat of my trousers was wet the entire game because when we stood for the National anthem along with the "All for Sealy, stand up and holler", the bench got wet. The experience gave me some awareness of what it must be like for an infant with a wet diaper. It was not exactly my finest 3-hours.
Okay, so my true confession is this: "I'm glad we were lured by the Friday night lights".
All My Best!
Don