Back to School

I’ve been a Steeler fan for a long time. I’ve gotten used to living in that skin. And even though actually experiencing the feel of an actual game day at the stadium is still a relatively new and exciting sensation, the hype and glitz around big time sports is sort of where my comfort zone is. And of course we can all watch players get ready for a season when we show up at camp and watch the pre-season games, but it’s easy to lose sight in all that slick packaging that surrounds a major sports franchise how long and hard a road a player travels just to get a shot in the NFL. That’s pretty rarified air. One tends to look at Brett Keisel and see a mountain of a man with a really big beard and forget that this wall of solid muscle once was just a little kid holding his mom’s hand on his way to school. He had to go from that beginning to where he is now in progressive steps that involved a lot of work, a lot of talent and a modicum of luck. I think it’s good for those of us who enjoy football played on a high level to reconnect with football on a more visceral level to really watch our favorite players on Sunday and have a better appreciation for them (which is no way to concede a point to my long ago friend who said I couldn’t be a fan because I am a girl). For Cowboy Fan Hubby and me that means taking in some local high school ball. And while Texas might lead the country in big time high school programs, where some local stadiums hold up to 15,000, Pennsylvania boasts a proud tradition of high school sports too, and we finally got to sample that last night.