Who Says You Can't Go Home...

I can be as nostalgic as anyone, and going home to watch high school football feels like the very tip of some nostalgic Everest. The air gets even thinner when you get to stand in the end zone and watch with four old friends, trade stories and laughs and act seventeen again.



Our nephew Beezer, and his Tartan teammates, played in the league semi-final on Friday...and won in fine fashion. Now it's the CKSS Golden Hawks and the Championship game next week for the Tartans. In football terms, they're an impressive group of fellas, having played in the league championship now two years in a row, and technically both games coming in the same year. Back in June many of the boys played for the Kent Championship as Juniors (Spring football) and have now stepped up to Senior (Fall football) and are doing it all again six months later. In Canada football falls a little differently from the vine. There is no such thing as Varsity and Junior Varsity, there is only age appropriate divisions. Sixteen year olds and older play Senior football, while those who are younger, play Junior. The two have separate seasons which essentially keeps a kid transitioning from junior to senior playing football year-round. It's a nice transition for a kid. It also can make you play for a Championship trophy twice in six months, if you're lucky.

Beezer's lucky. So am I, getting the chance to stand in that end zone and act a fool for three hours while my nephew builds himself some nostalgia of his own. Strange feeling, but nice...really nice.