Just a week back in town and an event presented itself in flying colors. New swimming pool and stadium; how in the hell? One of the worst economic events, according to the news and a few few-mongering economists. Let that argument fester. Sure things are tough. They should be. I quote a movie by the guy who wrote the West Wing with Martin Sheen. America, its advanced citizenship, you gotta want it bad, because it’s going to put up a fight. And a lot more to it, but the point being things have changed these days.
On the most recent Friday, I and some friends decided to attend the season opener of the Avon Lake Shoremen Football team verses Avon. We spent the first half pregaming talking about old times and definitely getting too theoretical for a post five year analysis of what it would/was be/ like if we were in the now then. Nonsense talk usual for those who have experienced high school football and may or may have not moved on still relish the thought of days past. The worst part about it is how predictable the “remember when” is and as much as I respect those who were part of it, I believe it is not worth more than what it was. Of course we were just going through the Molson experience while talking about this and when we reached the new fancy stadium in our own ways it was no different. Familiar faces and randoms running about. Towny elitists trying to make their way regardless of outcomes. Discrepancies amongst veteran players with police officers about walking on the new field were just the beginning of the madness worth avoiding. Only the millionaire VIPs seemed to be on the field basking in the glory of their accomplishment of being on the coat tails of the stimulus package. As I walked up the fancy new stands with my girlfriend, I could only see faces of desperation hoping to top the past or in some way find a means to getting a pat on the back. Nothing against any of them, but the face of expectations was on them all. Us arriving in the second half were with the crowd upset with a disappointing 3-14 score trailing Avon. At the end it was either 3-21 or 3-28; I stopped paying attention to the game. The crowd was far more interesting. Yelling and other noise, not that much worth describing. Anyone who has experienced football on any level understands this. As the upper box coaches walked down the stairs once the game was over, I attempted to say “things are better in the east,” but I’m not sure if I made an impression. After evacuating the stadium and avoiding the uncomfortable talk to the players, I and Sue made it to a bar but within an hour left and were exhausted with Avon Lake passion. Good luck to the Shoremen with the season. They will do great as soon as they realize that they must earn each win.