No More Friday Night Lights
There was a time in my life when fall brought the changing colors of the leaves, deer season, and Friday night high school football. The first two I still get to enjoy, but the latter is just a fond memory. The Friday night lights have gone out.
In small town America, nothing brings the town’s people together like high school football. The fans are your family, the players are your brothers and the cheerleaders are your sisters. There’s nothing quite like the sounds, sights and smells of it.
Ray White field in Sparkman was the battleground. The grass was fertilized through the summer with our blood, and our sweat. We were an army of brothers that may as well had been a battalion of Greeks, Trojans, or Spartans. But we were something more powerful, we were the mighty Raiders! To my left was a friend, to my right a cousin, and leading us was a great man, a great General.
Through the years the name of the mascot changed, but we were known by most as the Raiders. Our opponents knew us as the toughest group of players they had met. When we stepped on that field, we couldn’t be stopped, we wouldn’t be stopped. When I put on that purple and gold #33, I was strong, I was fast, I was bulletproof. I know all my brothers feel the same way. We trusted our coach, and we trusted each other. We could hear the cheers from the cheerleaders, we could hear the roar of the crowd. It was a feeling that cannot be duplicated by simply watching the game.
Now the lights are gone. Friday nights are quiet. All that is left are the memories. Memories of summer drills, wind sprints, pushups, and the searing heat. All those things resulted in the best memories of all, the memories of standing beside my purple and gold brothers, and never giving an inch.
No matter who your coach was, no matter when you played, and no matter your last name, you are a brother. When we see each other, we can’t help but talk about it and sometimes argue about it, but one thing we all agree on is that we all miss it. We miss the familiar voices on the loud speaker, and the names being called out.
Those before us had paved the way, and those after followed the road, and paved their own. Teams were bigger in size, players were larger in stature, but our heart couldn’t be matched.
So the lights are gone and the field is dark on fall Fridays in Sparkman. But they still shine bright inside every parent, fan, cheerleader, teacher and every single player who ever suited up. Keep the memories close, it is all we have left.
” Long we’ll hold the memories dear that fill our hearts today. Proud and beautiful forever, purple and gold will stay. Honor, honor to thee only, hail dear SHS, through the years we’ll all still love thee, hail dear Sparkman High”.
“In thy cause we’ll always rally, always uphold thee. Through thy wins and all thy losses, loyal we shall be. Honor, honor to thee only, hail dear SHS. Through the years we will all still love thee, HAIL DEAR SPARKMAN HIGH!”