Listen to JED read Hanlon's column: MUNSTER -- Last Friday night, as the 2019 Indiana high school football season kicked off, there was raw excitement from Angola to Zionsville.
Small towns and urban dwellings were illuminated by those old Friday night lights. From the buttery smell of popcorn to the cries of the cheerleaders to the pulse-quickening marching bands to the nearly eternal moment of that first charge onto the gridiron, joy was plain to see.
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MUNSTER -- About 25 years ago, I met a man for the first time. I had read about him in my younger days. The resume was off the charts. A tall, fit man with the Sargent Carter haircut.
My knees were knocking together the first time I met John Friend. Like the first time I was face to face with longtime Hobart coach Don Howell, I was scared to death standing in the shadows of such greatness. Do you feel the thrill?
The kid throwing the pill to the kid with extreme skill. The bleachers will fill with fans patiently waiting until the chill starts its slow kill. Which Region football team will do the Gatorade spill and drive down I-65 for the Lucas Oil drill? I’m a poet and I don’t even know it, right Zimmy? CROWN POINT -- The same setting for this story has been there for the past 13 years.
The repeating organ shouting out sounds as the horses go round and round. The wonderful smell of elephant ears and corn on the cob. Screams of joy at the "Mouse Game" as a child wins a goldfish in a plastic bag. A beast that will be dead in a day or two as the joy turns to sadness. |
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