|google image...our son's high school football stadium|
Now before I begin, I have to remind new readers of where I am coming from. Yes, I am 50 years old with four adult children and two still at home. We home schooled our first four through high school and now have our fifth in public high school. Our first four all played home school sports - basketball and baseball, through different organizations. During their home school days football wasn't a sport played by home school students.
Okay...that is the summary.
So we went to our first high school football game in over 30 years on Thursday night. Now remind you we have been to college and professional football games, but I have to say there is something about a high school football game that just brings back memories.
As I sat on the bench feeling years younger, I started chanting to the opposing teams fight song. The music was the same used by my high school armada. Singing into my teen's son ears...(yes, one of those moments where they roll their eyes at you indicating the thoughts of "Mom, you are crazy"), I caught myself in mid-chant. Surely I didn't sing that fight song in high school. Oh, my...not right-winged-correct, not left-winged-correct, not even politically correct....I mean we were minors...this would be illegal.
Another background note. I am at least a third generation tea-totler....always have been and still am. I have never had a beer...and very little liquor has ever touched my mouth...the drinks I have had were as an adult. This has been my own personal conviction from my youth. So I was surprised to remember my school's fight song and the words... well what would you think? (note: melody is the same as the Notre Dame fight song)
Beer beer for old Austin HighBring out the whiskey, bring out the rye
Send those freshmen out for gin, and don't let a sober SENIOR in
We never stagger, we never fall
We sober up on wood alcohol
All ye saints of Austin High are out on the drunk again
Yes! that is our fight song. Now I just started laughing when I realized what it said. I yelled it at the top of my lungs for four straight years. I led it with my drill team. As a Mom, I would probably protest the use of this age-long fight song. I mean we have enough teen drinking without using it as our fight song.
As I giggled to myself, I also realized how it has so much to do with the heart. My heart was before the Lord through high school....and even in my naive chanting of a fight song I still survived. I also was so thankful for the faithfulness of my God who walked me through those years with very little scares. This is my prayer for my new high school son. May we all remember to pray for this generation as they fight the temptations set before them. May God protect their hearts.
(We only got to see one quarter of the football game. A lightening storm shut down the game...that was also a first in our life, and we had to leave the field. They resumed the game an hour later and we won!)