There's no place like Homecoming
The student section of this homecoming crowd, as Husband put it, was a "seething mass of adolescent hormones," so we sat in the adult section near a friend and co-worker of mine who is an ex-cheerleader and is married to one of the football coaches.
This made for some humorous moments. As the night went on and the weather grew cooler, and the concession stand ran out of hot cocoa and cider, we considered going home early. But Amigo would have none of it. "I'm fine, I'm warm enough, so I want to stay to the end! And there are fireworks afterwards, too!" Since it was his homecoming, we opted to stay. But as the end of the game approached and the two teams kept tying the score, Husband turned to Coach's Wife and asked, "Do high school games have overtime?" To her nod he responded "Darn!"
With a fourth quarter in which the two teams combined for 44 points and 309 yards, we didn't really have a chance to relax or feel the cold. In the final 19 seconds, the home team scored their final touchdown and completed a two point conversion to win by one, yes one, golden point.
This win puts the team in the regional playoffs.
If Amigo wants to go to any playoff games, I think I'll bring my own hot cocoa.
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