Junior high

Showed up to my Friday Night Lights game early to cruise for pictures. High fived the ticket guy for me coming and covering his team. Stopped in the stone hallway under the stands, looked back and forth. Went to the closest field entrance and passed through it.

Now I'm standing between purple walls and the dirty setting sun is fading fast.

A young man is leaning against the wall nearest to me. Watching the stadium fill. He's quiet. Modest.

Friends trickle in and gather around him. Livens up. And the girl teasing starts almost instantly. Guess it doesn't matter if you're in junior high in 1880, 1968 or 2007. Some things never change.