V! For Victory!

The Poconos do strange things to me. I've stopped agonizing over what I wear every day. I sometimes go outside without mascara on. I go to sleep at a reasonable hour. I go to football games.

Okay, one football game. But it is my first! Ever! I had honestly never been to a football game (pee-wee, high school, college, or professional) before, but housemate Shannon and I ventured to the local high school (Delaware Valley High School, to be exact) to watch the local Warriors kick East Stroudsburg High Cavalier butt. Which they did, quite beautifully.

I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. The people, the food (Pizza! Funnel cake!), the cheerleaders (hi Acree!) - it felt like some crazy carnival. Also, I had a lot of fun watching the various teenagers in the stands, trying to figure out which girl was cheering for which player, who the school outcasts were, etc. Shannon and I tried to guess which of the cheerleaders was dating the quarterback. I guessed the pretty blond perky one in the front row, but then Shannon spotted the bitchy looking one with perfect hair in the middle and we agreed that she'd won.

It almost made me wish that I'd gone to some games at Berkeley High. Until, of course, I remembered that the police always showed up for games against Richmond to try to head off any gang violence and that we'd lost the homecoming game senior year because the quarterback had been wasted. Ahh, Berkeley High. I think I miss you.