A Trip Back to Rebel Football

judeatrebelgameThis past Friday, I took my 5 year old son to his first Hays Rebel football game at Bob Shelton Stadium.  Wow, I have so many good memories from that place.  My terrible career at football ended after my freshman year, but I have such fond memories of attending other games, hanging with friends, and cheering my classmates.  When I went on Friday, I have to admit, I was saddened.  I realized how much tradition and relationships matter.  The game was almost empty without my friends there.  The stadium is totally different because the “home” side has been switched to the “visitor” side.  That is the epitome of change.  As, I sat in the stadium, I looked across at the old home side and it looked like a ghost town.  There were only about 75 Manor fans over there.  All the nooks where students would hang out and huddle in the cold wind were empty.  The little round concession stand was gone.  For those of you who have attended games for many years, will not understand my problems.  You have seen the incremental change over the last 16 years and probably are accustomed to it.  However, for those of us that have been away, it is a bitter pill to swallow.

Some things seem to never change, though.  The coaching staff seemed to be the exact same as my freshman year (19 years ago).  That is amazing.  Truly for them it is about ‘the kids’, and not their career advancement.  What a treat for parents and students of Hays High School to have big hearts coaching their kids.  Great leaders producing great people.  And of course, the Rebels beat the mess out of Manor.IMG00385-20091023-2130 The Rebels seem to win most of the time.  Although, they started this year out really rough, it looks like they will catch a good stride and make the playoffs.  The old concession on the end is still around and completely unupdated.  I had to go over to that stand ‘for old-times sake’ and buy some nachos.  For a moment, I closed my eyes, heard Dixie and the roaring crowd, smelled the fresh popcorn and regretted that I hadn’t worn my letter jacket.  Ok, so maybe I am taking it a little too far.  I do still have my letter jacket and often wear it to take out the trash in the winter.

My son, Jude,  loved the experience.  He never knew anything was different and he immediately began to create his own version of tradition.  It just so happened that we sat right next to a girl in his kindergarten class.  During the homecoming ceremony while the royalty was being crowned, she leaned over to him and said, “I wish that you were my king.”  I thought, “Hey, we are moving a little too fast here!”  It was a great time, and I am so thankful we went to see the Rebels.  On the way out, Jude said, “When I grow up, I want to play on the Reffels team.”  I thought, “His genetics probably won’t get him past freshman year, but ‘hey how about soccer’?!”

+robin

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About pastorrobin

Hello. I pastor PromiseLand Church in San Marcos, TX. I am married to Erica, and we have 3 kids: Kennady, Jude, and Avery. All little ones! Visit our church site at www.psmchurch.com

Posted on October 26, 2009, in My Family. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. This experience made me take a long hard look at traditionalism and relationships in the church and how those are vital. What matters and what doesn’t. Deep thoughts.

  2. I agree tradition does matter everywhere, and I love the picture of Jude!!! What a display of innonence and sweetness!
    What a great post!! Now you see where dad and I come from when we talk about various “things”, such as tradition.

  3. Football may not have been your thing, but you were a “star” on the soccer field.

  4. Ms. Kathy you’re such a proud Momma! How sweet! : )Michael and I were able to go and support my students that night too! I find it interesting to see the difference of importance families give tradition. Many of my Hispanic students were unable to go to the game because it was not a valuable tradition to their families. Where I, once being a Hispanic teen, placed great value in school pride/tradition. I think that tradition goes a long way and is super important in knowing where you came from. However, it’s wise not to cut the ends of the meatloaf just because that’s always how you saw it done…

  5. I have to add that Jude has some strong ol’ workin’ hands! GO REFFELS!

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