This was an all too familiar feeling. During my senior year (circa 2002) the same two teams met at Memorial Stadium to battle for the State title. The game ended in a heartbreaker for the Mustangs, and the Wildcats outplayed them for the win, and another trophy.
Our seats were just up from the 50 yard line and for late November, the weather was quite cooperative. With temperatures in the mid-40s, and a warm Runza and hot chocolate in hand, I was ready to watch the game.
The only problem was who to root for? Do I root for a place I called home for four years, the place where I have made so many great memories with friends? Or, so I root for the place I have called home the past seven years, a place where I have taught many of these athletes?
My decisions: I would be okay with any outcome, as long as it was a good game. And for most of the game, it was Millard North's game to lose. It wasn't until the 4th quarter that the Wildcats would answer back, scoring both of their touchdowns within minutes of each other.
As the clocked ticked down, the game ended with a 21-14 Mustang win over the Wildcats, giving them their first loss of the season. As players cleared the field, tears were shed from both teams. Some of satisfaction, others of disappointment. Regardless of the outcome, both teams saw great successes this season, and proved they both deserved to play.
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