Tonight is the big basketball game between my old high school and our rival school. My brother Alex is going and I have to drive him, and because our rival school is literally in the middle of nowhere and I’m sure as hell not making the drive unless I’m staying, I invited Tara and Allison along too. Long story short, if you’re reading this it’s because I didn’t make it back in time to write a post. Now, there could be a number of reasons for this:
- The game went long and we actually stayed the whole time. (Unlikely. Our team sucks. Our only saving grace is that it will be over quickly.)
- We got lost either on our way there or on our way back, and the four of us are lost in the woods somewhere contemplating which of us would go first in a Donner Party situation. (Extremely likely, because of the four of us, we all only “sort of” know how to get there.)
- I was too lazy to delete all of this and write an actual post.
In case it’s option 3, I’m at least going to make this post worthwhile. The rivalry between Us and Rival School goes way, way back. All loyalties are cast aside and friendships placed on the back burner the week of a game, whether it be football, hockey, soccer, or basketball. And there are tangible differences between the two schools. For instance, our school is in town, whereas theirs… I have been there perhaps twenty or thirty times, and I still don’t know exactly where it is. It’s that rural.
As I’m writing this, I’m trying to find something to wear that is both a) warm, and b) school spirit-y. It’s causing problems. As you’re reading this, I may very well be trooping through the eerie backwoods of our town, hoping moss will point me toward civilization. Future Me, I wish you luck, and godspeed.