I thought I'd start this thread in remembrance of a little football game that occurred almost 12 years ago. Tonight John Tyler and Plano East will meet on the field for the 2nd time ever for a rematch of what was the greatest football game ever played.
In 1994, I was a freshman at Boswell H.S. and that Saturday afternoon, my sister, mom, and I decided to go watch my momís alma mater Plano beat Lufkin at Texas Stadium. Since we were there for Plano, we sat on the Wildcat's side on the 20 or 25 near the locker room tunnels. It was a good game, especially since Plano won, but I honestly donít remember much of it at all. However, the second game is a different story.
Since my dad graduated from Tyler Lee, and my mom from PSHS, we decided to stay and watch the game between their hated rivals; but despite rooting for JT since I had grown up a Wildcat fan and hated PESH more than anything on earth, we stayed where we were. I donít remember a whole lot about the first 43 minutes of the game other than it was fairly even battle. But everything from Broyles 92 yd fumble recovery for a TD with less than 5 mins left in the game until Dunnís runback is as clear as if it happened yesterday.
I know the majority of yaíll know what happened in that game, so I wonít go into the details, but I will say that I will NEVER forget the energy that was in that building at the end of the game. Even though most of the PESH fans had left when the score was 41-17, the ones that remained were making enough noise to make it seem like Planoís side was packed. And with every ensuing onside kick and touchdown, the noise kept getting louder and, though I remained silent because I didnít want to get yelled at by the fans, my anxiety became greater and greater in fear that JT would blow the game.
And then, with 24 seconds remaining in the game, Roderick Dunn took the kickoff at the 3 and didnít stop until he reached the tunnel. There are two memories that Iíll never forget of that 13 seconds, the first being of myself jumping up and down and yelling like a crazy kid with basically the whole section of PESH fans staring at me, and the second being the absolute contrast of noise between the sides of the stadium. I swear I was the ONLY thing making noise on Eastís side by the time he hit the end zone, but from across the field, I can only describe the noise as that of a jet taking off 50 yds from you. Anyway, that moment was when I became a diehard John Tyler fan till the day I die, and two years later I decided to change schools to be a part of Wilsonís team with the hopes that I would get the coveted ring.
Needless to say though, I have never experienced that magnitude of energy and emotion from fans in the hundreds of games Iíve been to since then, and I probably never will. So where were you on that Saturday? I know some 30,000 tickets were sold, yet probably 75,000 swear they were at the game, but if any of you happened to be on PESHís side, stayed to the end, and saw a stupid kid cheering for the wrong team, please forgive me. But don't worry, I'll be on the right side this time.
P.S. That game is the exact reason why NO ONE should leave a game early, and is why I have since stayed until the school songs have been played.