Football Fever

Got a call from Rana on Saturday afternoon with a dilemma on her hands.

There is always the "go to" person in jail houses. You know the one who can score anything and everything from cigarettes to posters of Farah Fawcett. Rana is the "go to" person for most everything in the outside world. She hooked me up with the headphones that Sam now wears to listen to the television instead of sharing the program with everybody within a 5 mile radius. Yes, the volume was that loud. Thanks, Rana. I do believe you saved my marriage!

So, I get this phone call from Rana. The Little Town Eagles were playing at 1:30pm for the Bi-District title against Bracketville. The game was played in Hondo and she wanted to know if I knew anybody that might be attending the game. The dilemma: JHS Alumni "go to" Rana for football updates on their beloved Eagles. Rana's "go to" person for game updates was out of commission for this particular game. I assured her that I could contact someone at the game and have them text updates to Rana's phone (which is permanently attached to her hip).

And then the lightbulb began to glow. We may not be very civilized at the Back Forty but we are able to pick up the local radio station that broadcasts the Eagles' football games. Armed with cold beer and the keyboard, I emailed updates to Rana's Red Blackberry throughout the game and she would work whatever kind of magic it is that she does to pass the information on to Eagle fans. I wasn't sure how detailed the JHS Alumni expected my updates to be. Sometimes the plays happened quicker than I could type. And Sam needed my assistance a few times while he was working on the mule. (tailgate issues this time) And of course I had to make a couple of beer runs during the course of the game.

A confession I must now make. That was the very first high school football game that I have ever listened to from kickoff to final play of the game. Rana thanked me profusely for doing such a wonderful job as keyboard reporter. All I did was type what the announcers were saying. And you know what? I enjoyed being a part of the chain that zipped information to cyberspace. So much so that I will be perched at the computer firing off updates when the Eagles take on Yorktown in the next round of playoffs. GO BLACK!