{"id":344,"date":"2018-06-01T15:15:57","date_gmt":"2018-06-01T19:15:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingaroundtheworld.net\/?p=344"},"modified":"2018-06-01T15:16:13","modified_gmt":"2018-06-01T19:16:13","slug":"first-down","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingaroundtheworld.net\/?p=344","title":{"rendered":"First Down"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"post-meta\">Posted in\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/web.archive.org\/web\/20160820024527\/http:\/\/writingaroundtheworld.net\/?cat=3\" rel=\"category\">General<\/a>\u00a0&#8211;\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/web.archive.org\/web\/20160820024527\/http:\/\/writingaroundtheworld.net\/?p=273\">20 January 2013<\/a>\u00a0&#8211; No comment<\/div>\n<p>\u201cSmash\u2019em,\u201d E yells from the bleachers.<br \/>\n\u201cGive\u2019em L!\u201d I say.<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re sitting just behind the band. A player from the other team gets smashed. He doesn\u2019t get up. The band plays \u201cAnother One Bites the Dust\u201d while the motionless player lies on the ground.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShouldn\u2019t they stop?\u201d I say.<br \/>\n\u201cGet the cart. Drag\u2019em off,\u201d E says. I can\u2019t help but laugh.<\/p>\n<p>M wants a snack. But of course. It\u2019s been an hour since dinner.<\/p>\n<p>An ambulance pulls up just beyond the fence, and I count as the paramedics jog the thirty yards to the victim. I motion the first down symbol. They load the kid on a stretcher and roll him off.<\/p>\n<p>Finally. Football. \u201cC\u2019mon defense! Get\u2019em,\u201d I say. It\u2019s third and two from the thirty. You can\u2019t win a game on field goals, but you can lose a game on field goals. They miss a field goal.<\/p>\n<p>The band is quiet. Huh. The drum player has brown hair hanging in his eyes. A chubby girl rubs her hands through it. The flute player, also a girl, is standing to his right side with her right hip cocked. Another girl, this one wearing purple striped leg warmers, clutches his left arm. A boy behind him, on our row, is holding the drummer\u2019s extra drumsticks and staring. Earlier, I saw him beat a tamborine, in rhythm, against his thigh. His eyes were closed. It takes me back eighteen years, when I banged on pots and pans with a spoon. I spent a large portion of that summer in Hilo. I lived in a two bedroom shack with six other people. The natives didn\u2019t like foreigners, including mainland folks. I thought life was tough because we didn\u2019t have a dishwasher or a dryer. We stayed in at night, grilling our fish, hanging our tie-dyed shirts on a clothesline, banging pots and pans and singing to the Allman Bros. We were much better than the Logan High band.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a four or five-year-old dancing in front of us, but he\u2019s on his knees. E doesn\u2019t think he can\u2019t walk. A lot of Utah children can\u2019t. He told me before that it\u2019s where the term U-tard comes from.<\/p>\n<p>M wants a hot chocolate and my favorite brown blanket as a trade for the shitty green one. As usual, I relinquish the blanket. Everything but cats and Golden Corral. S wants a hot chocolate, too. I\u2019m good with my carmenerie that is disguised in my chamo mug.<\/p>\n<p>Logan scores! The band doesn\u2019t seem to notice. Neither do the cheerleaders. Wait. They\u2019re doing push-ups on the field. Their butts are a foot higher than their backs; some aren\u2019t bending their arms. Their bloomers are all matching white. When I was a cheerleader, I could do push ups.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m in the process of getting my teacher\u2019s certification. Funny, I am qualified to teach college but not high school. I went for advising at Utah State. Auburn beat them the first game last season. Auburn hardly beat anyone this season. \u201cYou\u2019ll need three semesters and a student teaching semester, which is fifteen weeks.\u201d What I hear is, \u201cfifteen weeks without pay.\u201d I have four degrees! She must see my forty-year-old concern \u201cSorry. Bush\u2019s \u2018No Child Left Behind.&#8217;\u201d M can\u2019t write or read cursive. Is she left behind?<\/p>\n<p>The visiting team scores. The band plays \u201cAnother One Bites the Dust.\u201d I don\u2019t get it. I thought that was a tribute to the fallen angel, or player. Did the U-tard fall down the bleachers?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cC\u2019mon Grizzlies! What are you doing?\u201d I say. I hope they don\u2019t throw the ball to Beau on these downs. He sucks. When I subbed, I caught him cheating on his anatomy test. I gave him an F+ to make the pain more bearable.<\/p>\n<p>The Grizzlies lost. No one really cares. No one cares about football here. They always clap for the team that is winning. 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