There are only a few weeks left before fall-mode begins. I'm not particularly pleased about this. Summer in Western Washington has been mild to say the least. Mild is good when you compare it with deadly heat waves and floods and such. But mild is not good when you endured another nine months of Pacific Northwest doom and gloom and just wanted to be rewarded with some nice weather and sunshine, dammit.
In a way, though, I am very much looking forward to this coming fall. Sure, there's That One Book that's coming out on October 5th. There will be multiple book signings and a trip to New York. Even before that, I'll be receiving my author copies and, I predict, being a double threat singing and dancing around with them. There might be trade reviews. Good ones, bad ones. Who knows!
Here's the truth: I became interested in high school football because I like the TV show Friday Night Lights. It's as simple as that. In aught-eight, Dwayne and I decided to go to some local games so I could check out what it's like in real life because when I was in school, I went to private school where there was no such thing as football unless it was flag football for P.E. class
I have to say, I'm in love. Although . . . not with the game itself. I mean, I watch the kids on the field doing their thang and that's fun. But there is so much more! The marching band. The cheerleaders. The dance team. All the students milling around. Hot chocolate. Peanut M&Ms. Popcorn. Bundling up in fleece blankets. Wearing gold and green and plaid. Homecoming. Our team vs. the team from the other high school in our city. It goes on and on and on.
I've already printed out the schedule and determined that we'll be able to attend five games! (All the home games, plus an "away" game that takes place at our stadium.) Hooray!
Or as Tim Riggins would say, "Texas forever."