Pigskin Redux – WVC Vikings 42 – 27

In my last post I wrote about the anxiety I felt about attending a football game at my school, West Valley College in Saratoga against College of Marin.

Now I’d only been to a few games that included Lincoln High School’s Big Bone game. We won!  So I really had no idea what to expect. But I really was pleasantly surprised to find that I actually enjoyed the experience, that a few hours earlier, I’d wanted to cancel.

There were no bleachers at WVC for me to tumble from. There were no seats at all. Spectators searched through an enclosed area of broken chairs to retrieve something to sit on.  One of the three seats my group found, was wet from the previous night’s rain.  Even wet pants couldn’t put a damper on the day. 

Vikings 42-27

WVC’s football area is in the center of a track for runners. The actual spectator area is on a ridge of ground about 20 feet high. 

I don’t know if community college games are all the same, but this game seemed strangely quiet due to the fact that there there were no cheerleaders, nor was there  a loud marching band. Maybe I’ve watched too many NFL games.

Vikings rip the College of Marin!

A quick head count revealed that were about 200 spectators, which included two men who dawned VIKING head gear. I’ll post a photo here. My NIKON camera actually did a pretty good job.

The final score was   42-27.

 

Soggy Saturday

Journalism makes a person do weird things.

For instance, go to football games in the rain. I hate rain and I know almost nothing about football. But it seems to me that a dedicated writer would do what needs to be done, whether they are interested in the subject matter or not.   So I will suck it up.

 

My mission is to take photos of the West Valley Vikings college football game. Mom’s  mission is to run interference against men who find middle-aged women (me), attractive.

 

Since I age about an hour a minute, I told Mom there’s nothing to worry about.   But she’s having none of that.

So Journalism also makes my 70 year old Mother do weird things. This is her first football game, my fourth. I can be ignorant with company and have much more fun.

Not being sports fans we suffer from the lack of owning proper clothes to wear to sports games. I tried on  four outfits and kept dressing down until I got it right.  If nobody laughs I will guess it means I did okay.

 

Mom’s wearing a stylish, short wool jacket with a faux diamond pin. I look equally silly as I’m wearing brand spankin’ new 

Sketchers gym shoes. And at $60, this was the top of my shoe budget for shoes I don’t really want to have to wear. 

 

Years ago, I found myself in a situation in regard to Journalism, that I didn’t find so funny.  I ended up questioning my personal ethics which  I always thought were unwavering. 

My editor questioned the attribution of a quote I used in a story. Someone involved in the story read the finshed draft, and said that I made an error.

 

I know darn well who gave me the quote. But I did check my notes before getting back to the editor. It was a good, concise quote and that’s why I used it. I have no control over who says what. 

 

But getting back to today’s game: if you go and someone falls from the bleachers with a thud, check to see if their bright blue shoes are covered in mud, or their jacket is a houndstooth green check with an adorable Peter Pan collar. 

 

It will just be me and my side kick fullfilling our obligations.