I don’t know how to describe, really, how surreal my bubble has become this fall. Spending time almost daily around a football field is one thing. Becoming actually school spiritual is another. (Especially since my own diploma is from the high school that was Wheeler’s prime rival back in the day.)
I like these schools. I love these kids. I want them to win so they can be proud of themselves. Most of all, I want their schools to have more money. Which is why I was hawking band T-shirts and stadium seats before the game last night — something for which I have neither time nor proclivity. And why I’ll probably do it again.
In my middle age, I think I’m finally experiencing school pride.
I am even proud of the suburban mom magnets on my minivan.
Now all this doesn’t mean I’m actually paying attention to the football game. Although I must say we do have the most colorful uniforms.