It’s 36 deg
rees on the football field of Havre de Grace High School. The Varsity football teams of the Havre de Grace High School Warriors and the Bohemia Manor High School Eagles take to the field, the winner moves forward to the state championship semi-finals. The air is lung-numbing cold, but that doesn’t stop proud students, players, family and friends from missing the game. Yours truly included.
“Okay, wait. What does this have to do with Android?”
Not a damn thing. As all of our readers know by now, I usually reserve the middle of the week for my op-ed column. But not this week. This week, I dedicate my column to the BoManor Eagles, who have taken this season by storm. The virtual underdogs of their division, the Eagles have shown every team they have faced the will, determination, and overall grit it takes to win. And win they did, from full-range blowouts to variances of a few points. In fact, the Eagles had one of the best records in their division of 12-2. Amongst the leaders of the team were my two boys; the younger, a junior on Special Teams and defensive tackle who can lay a player twice his size out flat, and the older, a senior wide receiver and cornerback with hands made of glue and hydraulics for legs.
A close game throughout, late in the fourth quarter, the score is tied 34-34. With a little more than four minutes to go, the Warriors score on a long pass into the end zone, which sailed just above my oldest sons’ fingertips. Demoralized and disappointed, the Eagles attempted to rally back, but two interceptions on two subsequent drives sealed the deal for BoManor. The second devastating loss of the season, the Eagles lost 40-34.
As the players marched off the field, heads hung in disappointment and sadness, the oldest, clad in red and black Under Armour, walks up to my lady, his mother, drops his gear, and wrapped his arms around her, tears streaming down his face. He then turns to me, wrapping his arms around me, crying on my shoulder. There are very few times that I will shed a tear, much less cry all out; this moment, this time with him at his lowest, was one of them. I looked him in his eye after a moment and told him, “Hold your head up high son. You played a great game, and had a great season. I couldn’t be any more proud of you.”
And so ends another great season of football, and for my oldest, the last for his high school years. The younger still has one more year, and we both hope that he makes the best of it. I dedicate this article and Corona to the Bohemia Manor Eagles varsity football team. Thanks for a great season boys. You deserve this drink…