I cheer for a lot of colors. With twelve members of my family taking the field every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, there’s no way around that fact. However, cut me and you’ll find that I bleed Comanche Indian/Maiden Black and Gold every single time.
Friday night was no exception and when the Indians faced off against the Clyde Bulldogs in Clyde, Texas, I was in my usual spot, camera at the ready.
Because I am one of those crazy Texans who just loves the game itself, I appreciate my sideline spot…on both sides of the field. Plus, photographing so many games each week gives me an up close and personal look into who these teams really are, what they’re made of, so to speak.
I see the teams I cheer as well as the “enemies” we play from a totally different perspective than do the fans in the stands, and I learn a lot about the people who play the game.
Thus it was Friday night from my sideline spot that I found my story about the Comanche Indians. It is a much more important story than the 27-21 loss handed the Indians by the Bulldogs…bitter though that was, and believe me, it was bitter!
As it turned out, the story wasn’t even about winning or losing a football game. Instead, it was about young men using the game of football to prepare themselves for a much bigger game…a game called life…and the progress these men have made every single week.
So what did I see? Well, the truth is that I never repeat any of the things I hear or see from my sideline perch; however, I can tell you exactly what I didn’t see from the Indian side of the field.
Even in the most stressful moments, I did not hear a single Indian criticize a fellow teammate for a mistake made, never heard even one lose his encouraging attitude. Believe it or not, this is not the case with most teams. I also did not see one player talking back to his coach or talking smack about his coach. Again, this is not always the norm.
Instead, the Indians did exactly what fans saw them do…they played their hearts out…and yes, they were disappointed with themselves…and yes, they wanted to sit down and cry as much as we did…
But they didn’t, at least not then. Instead, after the game and with every fan in the stadium watching, Comanche Indian coaches and players alike turned and walked to the other side of the field and stood with the Clyde Bulldogs while their band played the Clyde school song.
That’s pure class, folks, and it doesn’t happen on every football field in Texas…not even sort of. So…in a nutshell, my story is just this: The Comanche Indians fell to the very talented Clyde Bulldogs, but they fell very, very tall.
And, of course, the football fan in me can’t close without sending out a resounding, GET A MAVERICK, INDIANS!!