Fabulous Fridays
I remember a Friday about this time of year when I was a Sophomore in high school. I piled a bunch of my friends into my little tan Datsun 210. We were dressed in our school colors and so pumped we could hardly contain ourselves.
Our basketball team had reached the quarter-finals of the state tournament. I seemed to always be the designated driver for these kinds of adventures. So I told all my buddies I could drive us up to the Huntsman Center to watch the game.
I remember feeling a strange sense of adulthood when I was able to drive right to the arena even though I was very unfamiliar with the U campus.
I remember the energy that seemed to spark and crackle from person to person as we excitedly made our way from the gates to our seats.
I remember how fun it was to cheer our friends and classmates on.
I have a distinct image in my mind of Russ Daily sinking two free throws with the game on the line in the waning seconds to seal the win.
We did stupid high school things like blasting the horn and shouting out the windows as we drove down the hill.
I would never want to go back and do high school all over again. But for me, there are a few moments like this one that seemed magical.
Do you have a favorite Friday memory?
Jesse C said,
March 17, 2008 @ 4:11 pm
My junior year, our football team made it to the state semi-finals. I still remember Greg Black catching a long touchdown pass down the left hand side to win the quarterfinal game at Clearfield in the final seconds. It was crazy.