Laawd, Do You Hear Me?

Friday Night Lights in Georgia. We’re either in season, or waiting for the season.

Fans cheer and holler amidst the sound of the pep band playing in the stands.

Mothers rally, let’s go boys!

And, these mamas are SERIOUS about the refs:

THAT is not holding! Don’t call it, that is NOT hold— wait, did he just call holding? REF, THAT IS NOT HOLDING!!!

Puh-leez, would y’all take your yellow flags home now? For real. Just go home.

Don’t you talk BACK like that on this field! Now you run your behind BACK to where you’re supposed to be right NOW.

JESUS, keep me from sayin’ somethin’ I shouldn’t say right now, because it’s fixin’ to spill over and blurt outta these lips.

Laawd, do you HEAR ME??? I’m prayin’ to you. I’ve been prayin’ to you. Are you busy? Because I’m here talking to you. Laawd, answer my prayers.

I can testify that these mamas are exhausted by game’s end, as if they’d played the game themselves. Heart and soul on the gridiron, heart and soul in the stands.

Love me some Friday Night Lights.