It's that time of year again!
Well, not exactly, no need to break out the scarves and mittens just yet, but let's all go to the football stadiums!
You remember the chants and cheers? Hail to the blue and white in all its radiant splendor. Now, the students cheering are called 'the Jungle.' It's a nod, I'm guessing, to GnR from the olden days...way back in 1987 which happens to be the year I graduated from Conway High, formerly known as the 'pods'.
There wasn't really a name for the student section. (Unless you count the Big Ten, but they were older guys that I was too scared to talk to.) We didn't have rules to follow for everyone's safety. We hated Russellville and Catholic High. A local dentist and I both got speeding tickets coming back from a game at Central High when I'd never been so happy to see the Faulkner County line in my life because driving to downtown LR is scary!) And if we drove all the way to McClellan for a game, someone better try and score some wine coolers or Boone's Farm from Oscar's or Sody's. Then we'd meet up at Burger Shack or the Varsity or Mazzio's Pizza, cruise up Oak Street then down by R&R and be home by 11 p.m.
It's something the old people say, but it's true here: Things sure were simpler back then. Back before we added black to our uniforms and worried about squirting baby powder in someone's eyes. Bring on Bryant tomorrow night, should be a good test for the Wampus Cats and I'm looking forward to hearing Andy Hawkins say #givehimsix a lot!