So... I've never been a HUGE fan of football, but I do come from a small town that strives from it, so I support it.

But last night was different... Maybe because I'm a senior and I realized this may be a last Friday night out with high school friends that I've been around pretty much since kindergarten. Last quarter of the game, a few friends and I went down to the field, on the sidelines... Cheering our lungs out. I've never been so hyped about football. With a comeback of two touchdowns in a few minutes and only three points left with a minute and a half, we had the ball, it was soooooo close... Just one more touchdown. But ya know, it's not always a victorious ending... There was a fumble, and they recovered. With about 30 seconds left, it was over. But we were there cheering till the end.

Afterwards, we ran out to the field with the guys. These guys I've know for YEARS. Most of the seniors, knowing it was their last game, let themselves go. No shame. Tears flowed and there were hugs all around. It was crazy really. (I actually cried, and if you know me, I don't really cry, let alone publicly). It was a big impact that it'll all be ending soon. We'll all go our separate ways, but last night... We took it in. Celebrating our loss and our gain.

A friend and I decided to go run along the opposite sidelines.. Tearing the opponents signs off the walls. I don't think it's ever been more fulfilling for anyone to rip down paper. It was great.

We went out, relaxed, reminisced, and generally enjoyed ourselves and the company of everyone around.

All-in-all, through the tears and laughs, it was a good night. More than words could really explain...