When I was in high school, the football heroes were great players and much admired. I saw all the at home games from the sidelines, as I was in the band.
We played the fight song after every touchdown by the Liberty Lions. Some of the teams were woefully over matched like the high school for the deaf. I think they rarely got on the scoreboard, and I felt sorry for them.
Our homecoming parades of course featured the Queen who was picked by how many raffle tickets she sold to the general public, or how many tickets her wealthy family could buy up. One enterprising senior contestant went to the local Army base and sold enough to claim the prize. When we think about Queen and King of football teams, good looks were not always the criteria or even popularity.
I always had cold feet waiting to play the fight song, and so the football experience was a mixed bag.
Only one time did I capture a football star, and that was when I waylaid him coming out of the gym after a game and talked him into taking me to the dance in town. We had to hitchhike home and walk two miles in the cold, as neither of us had a car or even friends with cars.
He was a returned New Zealand transplant and knew how to kick a ball but it was not high enough to let the team get down field.
He also was a pretty randy fellow who got kicked out of New Zealand for messing with a Maori girl. Since she probably was not a Mormon like him, he had to get out of dodge fast and let her face the music with her tribe.
Fun times indeed
Today’s football games have their share of scandal and costume failures, but small town life gives the origen of all the modern day excitement on and off the field.