High School Football

Nothing says America like High School football games.

Turns out that our town, Berthoud, has a very good high school football program.

While I was out running errands Friday afternoon, someone mentioned that the game was scheduled for 1 p.m. yesterday, and that the team is working towards a spot at the top five in the State. So, I decided to pop by and watch.

The town turned out and filled the stands at a top notch high school football field. There had to be a dozen coaches all with headsets and clipboards. The uniforms and other gear looked professional. Some of the players were college sized.

For the first hour, those stands regularly vibrated with all of the power of Joshua’s army –  Joshua 6:1–27 – as those attendees rhythmically cheered on their local heroes with their stomping feet against another team from a town whose name I did not recognize.

The stands were filled with families and students. And there was electricity in the air as the Berthoud team dominated the opponent throughout the first half of the game.

The visiting team never made it to mid field.

I haven’t sat for a high school game in decades since I watched the last Fordham Prep v. Xavier Turkey Bowl that my eldest, Luke, played in back in the Bronx.

Oh the magical promise of youth. Glory days indeed.

Since it looked like this was going to be a blow out, I took my leave at half time, and returned home to complete my chores.

But it was a nice bit of nostalgia. Wonderful dose of supportive small town Americana. Good Luck for the rest of your season, Berthoud High School.

Speaking of luck, on the way back home I stopped in town for an individual pizza and caesar salad for Lisa at Berthoud Pizza – who does a deliciously close attempt at NYC pizza – and while waiting for my order took a quick spin through a local corner curiosity shop where I snapped up this little handmade beauty to adorn my front hallway.

Speaking of brooms, I then went out and swept out the new barn so that I could put down one of the many expensive living room throw rugs that Lisa seems to like to change with the seasons and that usually ends up in my garage.

Claire and Honey were very happy for the hoof barrier over the cold concrete floor.

There’s another one in the garage, just in case the winter and hooves are too tough on this one.

Speaking of hooves, Claire and Honey have their monthly mani-pedis this morning. I’m considering putting on their lighter coats while I have them haltered, as I have noticed a lot of the local equines already donning theirs. It’s about two weeks early but it has been cold. We’ll see.

Well, I closed out Saturday by spending the late afternoon watching a three episode Netflix series on a California family’s long time involvement with a man who could possibly have been the notorious Zodiac killer. Very convincing documentary. Lisa wisely read her sister’s novel.

And now I must open my Sunday as I always do, with kitty cuddles and rounds. Then maybe a fruit and veggie run to Walmarts before I have to play ringolevio with Claire and Honey in order to have them ready for Jason the Farrier.

You fine, five readers have a slow morning roll out. Have that full Irish breakfast, and an extra few cuppas of your favorite caffeinated bevvie. Then, if it is your weekly practice, give Caesar what is Caesar’s . . . .

Then enjoy your Sunday.

But no matter what else we get up to, let us make today a great one.