Little girls were nowhere to be found, as if they didn’t exist, home with their mommies. Older girls were hanging in packs like the boys; snapping gum and giggling; totally ignoring the poor slobs on the field whose only mission in life was to try and impress just one cute high school girl with his on-field heroics.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday Night Lite
The opening of football season, Milan, MI. Friday night, August 29th. (photo by Lon Horwedel)
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Great entry, it is so true :o)
ReplyDeleteI wished that I had Friday nights like that when I was in high school. When I would go to games like that in Carolina, there would be a great whoosing sound, at all the things that I missed like the Friday night games in high school.
ReplyDeleteGood story.
Big Mark,
ReplyDeleteThanks.
As a news photographer the past 25-years, I've gotten a front row seat to what often feels like the world's biggest anthropological study.