Get out and take in a high school football game
By Stephen Hlawaty
Outdoors Columnist
I love October. It's an authoritative month. No transitional periods during
these 31 days. When October hits, you know it. You know it by the leaves
on the ground, the frost on your windshield, the chill in the air and the
start of a new season. Football season.
Like October, the game of football is authoritative. It's a game with a
decisively us-and-them mentality marked by winners and losers, offense
and defense, home and away. A beautiful balancing act of polar opposites.
So if you're of the mind of such Zen-like sensibilities, you're probably
like me and enjoy watching a good football game. But making it down to
Denver to watch the Broncos battle it out on the gridiron isn't always
feasible. So what to do? The answer: Catch a local high school football
game.
My son Ethan and I recently watched the Poudre Impalas take on the Arapahoe
Warriors from Denver. In truth, Ethan was more captivated by the tall,
fuzzy, brown impala running up and down the sidelines and goofing with
the cheerleaders than he was with the players and action on the field.
In fact, now whenever we watch some televised football game, he invariably
looks for the impala along the sidelines. For Ethan, it isn't football
without an impala. I wonder if Matt Baumann, (a.k.a. the Poudre High School
impala), knows the kind of celebrity status he's achieved, at least in
the eyes of my 3-year-old?
It's that kind of celebrity that we celebrate in watching a high school
football game. It's a chance for some to recall their glory days: the thrills
of victories and the agonies of defeat. These are memorable days that,
although long since passed, still find a place in our present. As such,
can our glory days of high school really ever be gone?
No. Sitting on the aluminum bleaches of French Field, the field at Rocky
Mountain High School where all Fort Collins' high school home games are
played, I recalled some of my own high school athletic accomplishments.
While never part of an organized football team, I did experience the thrill
of winning a high school baseball world series - city champs, 1985 - and
the agony of striking out, for the third out, with bases loaded, to smash
our team's chances of moving forward in the post-season.
"Where's the impala?" was the question posed by my son that ended my glory-day
musings. It was just as well, too. Poudre had just scored a touchdown to
take the lead over Arapahoe. Needless to say, proud mothers and fathers
stood up from behind their camcorders and zoom-lensed cameras; other spectators
cheered and clapped, and the band played on.
Yes, the band. No high school football game story would be complete without
mentioning the band. With its cymbals crashing, horns blaring, flutes piping,
drums pounding, the Poudre High School band was every bit a part of the
game as the players ... and the impala. Such variety and precision of action
- touchdown scored, family and friends standing, cheering, band playing
- add to the charm and nostalgia of the experience. The kind of experience
that can only be lived from the edge of a cold, hard, aluminum bleacher
seat of a high school football game.
What's great about these games is that they are inexpensive and open to
the public. For a schedule of the high school football games played at
French Field, call or visit the web sites of Poudre, Rocky Mountain, Fort
Collins or Fossil Ridge High Schools. For adults, the entrance fee is $5,
while students who have their IDs can enter for $4. Children 5 and under
enter for free.
When visiting French Field for the first time, it may help to know that
the home crowd typically sits on the west bleachers, while the away crowd
sits on the east bleachers. There's parking both on the west and east sides
of Rocky Mountain High School. As you might expect with any sporting event,
there are concession stands that sell nonalcoholic beverages and other
food items.
So welcome to high school football. With players on the field, frost on
the bleachers, bands in the stands and opening kickoffs, it's all in the
game.
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