There's No Telling What I Might Say

Tonight we went to my high school football stadium.  I hadn't been there in 36 years.

Wow.

My youngest son is a Senior this year.  The Boy's girlfriend was up for Homecoming Queen, and we all went as a family to support her.  She was gorgeous, and yes, I promise to post pictures after they're taken tomorrow before the dance.

Sadly, she did not win the crown.  However, she did win our hearts.

The Boy carried one side of the banner with her name and the name of her male counterpart.  It seems that this year the school has decided to do away with the Sweetheart Dance in February, and made Homecoming into a King and Queen affair instead of just a Queen affair to make up for it.  One of the friends of the guy who was up for King carried the other side.  Neither of them won.

But hey, she got to be one of six girls out of the whole Senior Class to be picked for the honor!  We're proud of her, as is her beau.

And the football game was notable for one other reason.  The tennis coach at our school, who also teaches Social Studies, was kicked out of the stadium by the opposing school's principal.  His crime?

He sat on the opposing team's side while wearing our school's t-shirt.  He lives within the boundaries of the opposing school, but teaches at our school.  The principal of the opposing team's school threw a hissy fit, and our school's principal had to ask him to leave, apologizing all the while.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that our team was beating the pantalones off of his team.  Maybe it had to do with one of the headlines in his school's newspaper. 

"Wanna hear a joke?" it said.  "OUR FOOTBALL TEAM!!!"

The 38-14 score seemed to bear that out.

Now, if the principal could grow up a little and show the KIDS how to behave, instead of behaving like one himself, it would be an improvement.

But then again, I took the Ambien about 30 minutes ago, so I'm not responsible for what my fingers write at the moment.

At least that's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.