Marching, frolicking, and football
My friend Claire works as a physical trainer at Sycamore High School in Pleasantview, about 30 minutes north of my house. As part of her job, she has to be on the sideline at all War Eagle football games, leaving her fall Friday nights completely booked. Kind of a sucky way to spend the greatest season of the year, right?
So, I've decided that I'm going to be a SHS super fan this year. I've gone to both home games so far this season, and it has been quite the experience getting back to high school athletics.
Now I love watching football, and there have been some great plays made in those two games; but my favorite part, as with all amateur skirmishes, is all the extra little things that make a sporting event an event.
There's the fans, obviously, including the over-invested parents, students who are just there because there's nothing else to do in Pleasantview on a Friday night, and the people you're not sure why they're even there (like me). Each of these groups serve a distinct purpose in creating the classic small town high school atmosphere.
Next are the cheerleaders. Over time I have become somewhat of a connoisseur of high school cheerleaders, and the War Eagle Cheer Team is actually quite effective in today's terms. They have energy, they can do a bit of tumbling and gymnastics, and they've got rhythm. That's all I ask for at this point, as my standards have become progressively lower as more and more of the best cheerleaders are choosing sports and dance instead. Not that that's a bad thing, just an observation.
And finally, my favorite piece of the puzzle: the marching band. Maybe it's because I had three sisters and dozens of friends who participated in the band, but I think the band can make or break the whole experience. Needless to say, the Sycamore band is something to behold.
They have performed the same disco medley at both half times, and I have to give them credit for having the guts to go out there for how obviously unprepared they were last week. I think my favorite part is when the flag girls twirl replica Civil War muskets while playing "Play That Funky Music". This week, the band was much better musically, but their flag girls were probably the worst I have ever seen. So incredibly awful it can't be described, so I won't even try.
This week's halftime show also featured the opposing team's band, a school I never did catch the name of. These guys were more of a frolicking band than a marching band, playing music that featured multiple solos and movements. Their presentation included some of the best flag twirling I have ever seen, switching between brightly colored banners and sequined batons like pros.
All in all, it was one of the starkest contrasts I've ever seen. And the other school went first. It was like U2 opening for Milli Vanilli. Definitely worth the drive out there, and definitely a fun enough experience to keep me coming back.
And it's finally looking like it's going to cool down in Tennessee, and you know what that means: sweatshirts and stocking caps. Yay!
So, I've decided that I'm going to be a SHS super fan this year. I've gone to both home games so far this season, and it has been quite the experience getting back to high school athletics.
Now I love watching football, and there have been some great plays made in those two games; but my favorite part, as with all amateur skirmishes, is all the extra little things that make a sporting event an event.
There's the fans, obviously, including the over-invested parents, students who are just there because there's nothing else to do in Pleasantview on a Friday night, and the people you're not sure why they're even there (like me). Each of these groups serve a distinct purpose in creating the classic small town high school atmosphere.
Next are the cheerleaders. Over time I have become somewhat of a connoisseur of high school cheerleaders, and the War Eagle Cheer Team is actually quite effective in today's terms. They have energy, they can do a bit of tumbling and gymnastics, and they've got rhythm. That's all I ask for at this point, as my standards have become progressively lower as more and more of the best cheerleaders are choosing sports and dance instead. Not that that's a bad thing, just an observation.
And finally, my favorite piece of the puzzle: the marching band. Maybe it's because I had three sisters and dozens of friends who participated in the band, but I think the band can make or break the whole experience. Needless to say, the Sycamore band is something to behold.
They have performed the same disco medley at both half times, and I have to give them credit for having the guts to go out there for how obviously unprepared they were last week. I think my favorite part is when the flag girls twirl replica Civil War muskets while playing "Play That Funky Music". This week, the band was much better musically, but their flag girls were probably the worst I have ever seen. So incredibly awful it can't be described, so I won't even try.
This week's halftime show also featured the opposing team's band, a school I never did catch the name of. These guys were more of a frolicking band than a marching band, playing music that featured multiple solos and movements. Their presentation included some of the best flag twirling I have ever seen, switching between brightly colored banners and sequined batons like pros.
All in all, it was one of the starkest contrasts I've ever seen. And the other school went first. It was like U2 opening for Milli Vanilli. Definitely worth the drive out there, and definitely a fun enough experience to keep me coming back.
And it's finally looking like it's going to cool down in Tennessee, and you know what that means: sweatshirts and stocking caps. Yay!








































