Last night’s Battle of the Skies between the Aviators (yay) and the Comets was a rollercoaster of YAY-I’m-Going-To-Pass-Out-Yay-Arg-Yay! Our freshman quarterback played very well although as his dad said, “He threw four touchdown passes. Too bad only two of them were to our team.”
After a very rocky start of 3 and outs and them starting strong but missing field goals, we scored (yay.) Then they scored. Tied at 7 all. Starting the 2nd half, we scored on an interception and a recovered on-side kick. Woo Hoo! Out of nowhere, they scored twice (did I mention the interception thing?) and we were all tied at 21. (Arrrggg! How did that happen so fast?)
At fourth and 14 we call a time out for the Coaches to Discuss Options. Then we scored on a play that was clearly impossible according to the known laws of physics. Yay! When it was our turn again, we fumbled and recovered. Yay! Then we fumbled and forgot to recover. Whimper. They took advantage and scored. Whimper whimper. (It’s really amazing no one has asked me to be a professional sports writer.) Game tied at 28.
With 45 seconds left in the game, the last game of the season, the Battle of the Skies, the Rivalry of the Moment, Our Lads march down the field. Woo Hoo!!! Yeah Rah!!! Go Team!!! Only to get stopped, fourth and a LOT. But they have brilliantly (and intentionally) put the ball center field. Guess who gets tapped to kick the winning Field Goal? (Not me.) If you guess your sister, you are Most Correct. The coach lets the clock run down to 8 seconds (don’t ask me what is so magic about 8 seconds—I have no clue). The team gets ready, Pi trots out to kick (it would be about a 25 yard field goal, well within her range), the whistle blows, the snap is good, the ball is on the tee, the kick is….wide.
At least in my head.
Missing at that distance after 4 perfect PATs is very un-Pi-like.
We lose the toss so we start with the ball. We march straight through the Comets and score. (OK, it was a little more dramatic and difficult than that. I only lost about three years off my lifespan.) The PAT is textbook perfect.
Their turn. Our brilliant defense does its job. The Comets get a first down, but they have to work for it. Then it’s first and goal. AHHHHGGGGGGG! We stuff the QB and then on the next play we Take. The. Ball. Away.
Game over. We are victorious 35 to 28.
On the field.
Pandemonium. Also on the field. But in a good way.
We are jubilant. Several parents point out that Pi had the last score of the game anyway and that it was kind of her to let the seniors play just a little longer. I pretended to smile. Actually, I smiled and pretended to mean it. Glarb.
So the High School football season is over for us. I will no longer check the weather forecast for Friday nights on a daily basis. I will content myself with watching football games through the courtesy of a kind camera crew at a stadium someplace Not Particularly Close.
At least until next year.
Hope you’re having a good time in Columbus.