The Mound Showdown

In our community, two of the major high schools squared off in a football showdown last night. So, me and fellow bloggers Steve-O, Adam the Lutheran, Kristy, Marky Mark and Wes headed off to watch the game. It had to be moved to Texas Stadium (yes, THAT Texas Stadium, where the Dallas Cowboys play...Texas high school football is kinda serious) to handle the overflow crowd.

In typical youth pastor fashion, I sat in the end zone so as not to show any partiality to my teens at either high school...I really just want to see a good game either way. Very Switzerland-like of all of us. So, props to all the teens who came by to visit us even though you had to leave your friends for a few minutes to come sit in the end zone!

We "tailgated" with some friends before the game...well, what passes for tailgating in Texas, anyway. They may have cornered the market on high school football, but they have no idea how to get serious about the tailgate party. Deep South football can teach all of them a thing or two about that. What was good was the food and the conversation, though.

Some t-shirts allegedly seen at school that day: (from Marcus) "The Mound Showdown: Your daddy can't buy you this game." (from Flower Mound) "I used to go to Marcus until my dad got a job." Funny stuff...but I didn't notice that many kids from either school were on the dole from the government.

Then the Marcus Marauders hit the field:



Then the Flower Mound Jaguars came out of their tunnel:



They ran a few plays. The view from the end zone is like playing a video game.



And, depending on which side of the stadium you were sitting on (unlike the Swiss contingent in the end zone) there was much rejoicing or no joy in Mudville...