tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021827.post6609538600515665462..comments2023-10-18T09:55:09.577-04:00Comments on Venangoland: THE BIG DAMN GAMEPeter Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511193640285760299noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021827.post-28697649658067414132007-10-01T14:42:00.000-04:002007-10-01T14:42:00.000-04:00Mr. Greene:You bring back many good and bad memori...Mr. Greene:<BR/><BR/>You bring back many good and bad memories for me.<BR/><BR/>One in particular. . . when I was in high school, a million years ago, I remember going to a football game at Knoch High School in Saxonsburg, PA. Classless is all I can say of the team who really put a beating on our players and when it came time to shake hands the Knoch players refused, even though they had won. What sense did that make? Not to mention the fans from the opposing team were horrid. I could also tell you stories of when I did my time as a cheerleader and had parents, yes parents, yell obscenities and other vulgar things at us, the cheerleaders. You want to talk about sheer lunacy. . . I still remember those things for the insanity that they were.<BR/><BR/>Nonetheless, I do miss the school pride and team spirit that was at FHS in our time. Not sure if it is still that way, but in the late 80's - early 90's it was truly there. . . like a living, breathing thing in our midst.<BR/><BR/>Ahh, memories.Bethannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11137949803803409102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021827.post-3106423494839010732007-09-28T15:40:00.000-04:002007-09-28T15:40:00.000-04:00It's simply mad isn't it? And viral as well. Las...It's simply mad isn't it? And viral as well. Last year at the Clarion VS VC girls volleyball game (at Clarion) the students were shouting anti-Catholic stuff at the girls and no one (well aside from the VC parents) saw anything wrong with it! <BR/>And this was at KSAC girl's volleyball; the most low stakes of low stake sports! <BR/>I'm sure a fascinating (albeit) unflattering psychological study could be done, but like all things, I am led to poetry to make sense of the world:<BR/>"Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio" by James Wright<BR/> <BR/>In the Shreve High football stadium,<BR/><BR/>I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,<BR/><BR/>And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,<BR/><BR/>And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,<BR/><BR/>Dreaming of heroes.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.<BR/><BR/>Their women cluck like starved pullets,<BR/><BR/>Dying for love.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>Therefore,<BR/><BR/>Their sons grow suicidally beautiful<BR/><BR/>At the beginning of October,<BR/><BR/>And gallop terribly against each other's bodies.Dittmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00759621744813019807noreply@blogger.com