The Boys of Fall


I can’t say that I’m a football fanatic, and while I’m mostly dependent on my husband to get any statistical knowledge about sports, I couldn’t help but get both excited, and nostalgic, when I heard the Sealy Tigers just won their seventh straight game – way to go guys!
In some ways, it feels like yesterday, and in others, it feels like another life, but, roughly 20 years ago, a much younger version of myself spent Friday nights on the sidelines cheering on my own high school football team. Back in those days, I remember thinking football seemed like a super-human undertaking for 17- and 18-year-old boys, and I couldn’t help but be a bit star struck as the guys took the field and ran through our tunnel of pom-poms and high-kicks.
As fate would have it, while I was cheering in New Orleans, my to-be husband was one of the Friday night giants running through his own cheer-tunnel in Graham, Texas. He woke up early and stayed late for two-a-days, building a bond as a team that carried him through the heat and the pain into a lifetime’s worth of memories he wouldn’t trade for anything.
I’m sure he had his fun being the apple of the cheerleader’s eye, but when he talks about those days, his eyes light up. The sheer exhilaration of stepping out onto the field with your teammates hearing the band playing and seeing fans packed in the stands, knowing you had the overwhelming support of the entire town is the sensation that’s forever trapped in his heart.
Friday nights have a certain amount of magic in them, one that can't quite be beat.
Recently my father-in-law, who has been a high school referee in Texas for the last 17 years, sat me down and demanded I watched the extended music video of Kenny Chesney’s song “The Boys of Fall.” At first, I thought, “OK, sure,” but this video so perfectly portrays the American family spirit embedded in the tradition of high school football, that it draws you right in.
As I watched the video, I couldn’t help but be flooded with memories of my time, but it also helped connect me to what my husband experienced and hopefully what my own children will be able to take part in.
To the entire Sealy varsity team - great job! I wish you a great end to a wonderful season, but my most sincere hope for you all is to soak it up. Take it all in – the hard work, the beat of the drums, the cheers, the support … live it up. This is your moment!

Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Fulshear area. She blogs at - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.


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