Cliff and I went to the local high school to watch some football; it turned out to be the last game of the season, because the boys were finally defeated. They had an outstanding season, though: until this game, they had only lost once. I enjoy high school football because you don't have all those pesky commercials that stretch a game out and make it last three-and-a-half hours, like on television.
Balloons in the school colors, black and gold, were released into the sky. We're the Tigers, don't you know. When Cliff and I are traveling to Versailles to visit his relatives, we pass through a town whose school mascot is the bluebird. Seriously? You're going to send a football team called the Bluebirds to play against tigers and hornets and panthers? Somehow it strikes us both as hilarious, and we crack jokes about it. I'd love to tell you some of the things we say, but somebody might be offended. That's what's so wonderful about having a spouse: You can say any little ole thing your heart desires and you don't have to worry about being politically correct, or being judged.
I always love it when the local players come running onto the field with the marching band making a joyful noise. I got so excited making this teeny tiny video that I was aiming at the ground during part of it.