Cowboy pride. This button takes me right back to the Abilene High School gym during a basketball game. Even before I was in high school, the basket ball games were like a carnival, so much to see and do. The concession stand where a kid can socialize and horse around without being under the watchful eye of a parent, and maybe, if he’s got a couple quarters in his pocket, get a hot dog and a drink. The dark basement halls that led back to the high school proper, very mysterious to a grade school kid. The pep band, which rocked. Even when I was in band, which I didn’t really enjoy much, pep band was fun. We really did rock. The crowd, which as a kid, was easily the most people you would see in one place in Dickinson County, especially if we were playing a nearby rival.
I have one creepy memory of these games from when I was a kid. I was using a urinal in the men’s room (that’s where they kept them even back then), and a giant man of a high school kid (that’s how I remember him–he was probably a scrawny little punk) turn to me asked me if I wanted some weed. Then he turned to his friends and guffawed. I quietly said no, finished up, and beat it out of there. But mostly I remember cheering with my friends, playing in the band, talking to girls in the concession stand, and then after the game, hanging out at the Pizza Hut or cruising Buckeye. I wouldn’t go back, but I sure enjoyed it at the time.