the last game

Pure Fun
On a cool, brisk day in November, the air surrounding Dickinson Field was charged with energy and anticipation. This was it. This was what the fans, the players, and the coaches had been waiting for all year, waiting for for? all four years of high school. This was the Illinois state high school football semifinals. Hinsdale Central had only made it this far once in the past fifty years.
The day began at eleven in the morning. The high school parking lots began overflowing with the most dedicated and spirited fans. Trunks opened and people started to light their small grills and pop open Cokes. The air smelled of charcoal and burnt burgers, and gradually the parking lot began to fill up more and more. My friends and I, the high school students, stood around talking, laughing, and arguing about the chances of winning. The small children ran around the parking lot, and were yelled at frequently by their parents to stay away from cars. There was still an hour until t...