Big Game Hunting

Summer’s coming to an end but instead of lamenting, let’s look at the bright side. Fall is arguably the best season for doing a little GypsyNesting right in your own backyard. The cool crisp weather is perfect for hiking and biking along nearby trails and the colors are spectacular. State and County Fairs are going on all across the country and, as we learned in Hillsdale, can be a smashing good time.

For us sports fans, it’s football season. If there is a pro team nearby, the speed, the size and the… CONTINUE READING >>

Summer’s
coming to an end but instead of lamenting, let’s look at the
bright side. Fall is arguably the best season for doing a
little GypsyNesting right in your own backyard. The cool crisp
weather is perfect for hiking and biking along nearby trails
and the colors are spectacular.
State and County Fairs are going on all across the country and,
as we learned in Hillsdale,
can be a smashing good time.

For us sports
fans, it’s football season. If there is a pro team nearby, the
speed, the size and the spectacle of the NFL are pretty awesome,
but so are the prices. Personally, I prefer leaving a sporting
event with both of my arms and legs. The local college squad can
provide some topnotch talent for about half the price, unless
the nearest institution of higher education is one of those football
programs that has basically become professional. For sheer bang-for-your-buck
it’s hard to beat good old high school football.

There’s always
a high school nearby and it doesn’t need to be your Alma Mater,
in fact, I think it’s better if it’s not. No reliving the old
glory days, I’m just an impartial observer.

We were lucky
enough to hit a homecoming game against an arch rival on a recent
visit and, I can tell you, it’s tough to beat. The big game on
the field. The students, in their glitter and face paint, rootin’
for the home team. And, of course, all the goofy pageantry that
makes homecoming such a special event.

As the
teams battled mightily on the field, we discovered the Future
Farmers of America concession stand. What bargains and the
money goes to a good cause. Plus, who doesn’t want a pickle
for just a buck at the big game?

As the
second quarter ended, the hometown
favorites took a 14 – 10 lead into the locker room.

The
half-time show began as the Homecoming King, Queen and their
Court of runners-up were chauffeured around the field in open-topped
Jeeps provided by the local car lot. The three car parade
came to a halt in front of the home stands to accept the wild
applause and
adoration of the student body that elected them. Just seeing teenagers
actually smiling was worth the three bucks we paid to get in.

The
cheerleaders did a short dance to “Hey Baby” before
three of them raced off to play in the marching band. As
the band took the field we noticed that in addition to the
cheerleaders, another kid was not wearing the beautiful
polyester quasi-military band uniform. On closer inspection,
he was wearing football pants and Under Armour. Yup, one
of the players had shucked his helmet, jersey
and pads, scrambled out of the locker room, donned a band hat and
grabbed a trombone just in time to do some serious

jamming on a
Blood Sweat & Tears medley. Talk about double duty! Just a side
note… aren’t these the same songs that we played back in school
band?

The epic battle
continued with much back and forth and plenty of abuse heaped
upon the refs. Unfortunately the home town boys gave up the lead
and lost the big game on a late touchdown by their hated rivals.
They’ll have to wait until next year, but we don’t.

See you next Friday night!

David, GypsyNester.com


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