All great things must come to an end, someone said. This might be the beginning of the end, but a story still needs to be told.
Senior year. It’s chilly out. A cold, November night. 5 minutes left on the scoreboard. Heart pounding. The unthinkable happens. They score. Down by 1 point with 5 minutes left in the 4th quarter.
We’re done. It’s over. By only 1 point. Nobody saw it coming. That’s the problem. Lost track, lost focus, let the opponent through and that was that. The last down of high school football.
But with the end comes a beginning. The beginning of a long journey back through the craziness that was this year’s season. I can’t give up now. A story needs to be told. There’s one more film to be made, one more chapter to add to the story, an epilogue of some sort. Something to tie everything together. A final statement to the fans, the school, the city. Someone has to tell our story. Horatio didn’t give up. I can’t give up.
In 20 hours, our story will be told. We will gather for the final time this season at a celebratory banquet to look back on the great times, share the memories, recognize those who earned it. And last but not least, we’ll relive the determination, the sweat from practice and hard work, the exhilarating touchdowns, the sweet victories– in a final season highlight film.
Our story ends here but it will live on forever in our hearts and minds.
I’m going to miss these Friday night lights.