Sure handed senior Will Stagner pulls down a Donald Bush pass for a touchdown against the Bowling Green Purples this last weekend.
Wildcat junior Josh Adams looks for (and finds) the handle on a Donald Bush pass Saturday in a 7 on 7 game against Elizabethtown.
Trigg County Wildcat Alonzo Lewis gets some needed relief from the sweltering heat at WKU’s 7 on 7 tournament Saturday in Bowling Green.
So I get home from a long hard hot day and after much consideration decided to have a Coke instead of a Dr. Pepper before I sat down in the old easy chair. I was only going to get up for nature calls and snacks when my son busted in the door to change for football practice. “Football…where? What time? Behind Minit Mart? Full team or passing team? Pads?” I was mentally deciding what lens I should use for my pre-season opener. “Relax man, we’re just going to the weight room, why you so crunked?” “Crunked,” for those of you not paying car insurance premiums on a teenage boy means “excited”. Good question, good enough to deserve an answer. For those of you without a teenage son in your house, all questions don’t get answered. Why is it we so like our high school sports?
From day one (whether you are an Adam or Ape type) man has competed for food, mates, shelter, and so on. We are competitive by our very nature. It’s in our DNA. These days society dictates what forms of competition are tolerable or taboo. No more clubbing the guy in the next cave and taking his blonde faced cave mate. In these, the most civil of times, some among us enjoy hunting or fishing to feed this basic need, some gamble while others race motorcycles. Poker, horse racing, even cooking, photography and losing weight have been turned into televised contests. But in my opinion, no competition is as pure as high school sports. We condition, train and field the kids we happen to have living in a defined district and/or attending a specific school. We try to instill in them not only the fundamentals of the sport, but also sportsmanship. It’s a time for the community to come together and be one, a single entity striving for a common goal. It’s a regular modern day buffalo hunt with popcorn and hot dogs. In a nutshell, I’m crunked! For the rest of this story, read this week's Cadiz Record.