School Spirit

This was an entry I wrote a year ago, when I was planning on starting a blog, and then never posted. It was after one of the best football games of the year, when we played Rio Mesa. It was so much fun, and tells the story of Jessica, Katie, Hilary, Sharika, and me during those 3 hours or so.

I just feel like reminiscing. We plan on going to Café Topanga again this friday before the home game. It's now a tradition to get our crème brulee to go. Hah.

So.

What happens when you put a plate of crème brulee and a bowl of chocolate mousse in front of 5 hungry teenagers at Café Topanga?

They scarf it down.

Now, three of them, whom you’d expect to be the more hyper ones, have no after-affects from the sugar whatsoever.

The other two begin to have extreme sugar highs; and what can come out of this can only be described by the following:

The twisting/creating of songs/cheers-

The band plays the songs, we sing our lyrics…which just happen to be cheers for when we play TO.

The “Hey Song.” (to the tune of 'Rock and Roll' by Gary Glitter)

Da duuuh da-duh, HEY! da-duh da-duh da-duh,

Da duuuuh da-duh, HAY! that’s-what the-horses-eat,

Da duuuuh da-duh, MEAT! that’s-what the-Panthers-eat!

The cheerleaders then get up and cheer, as they should.

Catch up,

Go, go team panthers!

Catch up,

Go, go team catch up!

Or something along those lines-I don’t recall the entire thing.

So then we, that is, Jessica and me, create a condiment cheer.

Ketchup,

Go, go team Mustard! (Please keep in your mind that our school colors are black and yellow before you begin to think that Jessica and I lost ours)

Ketchup,

Go, go team Mustard!

And I’m sure there was something about olives and lettuce in there somewhere, but it was improvised.

The two acts of Treason-

So after all of this, we notice that Rio Mesa has a bigger crowd than we usually see.

And the more we look on at these super spirited students and parents, the more like a feel-good sport movie it becomes!

They brought posters and hung them from the railings and fences; their band, though small, is louder than our cheerleaders and band put together; their chants are more creative and the band is very active and did as they pleased-so much so it reminded me of HSM; EVERYONE knows the cheers and everyone sings them; there is even a bobbing, dancing squad crowded in behind them!

We are quite amazed. Naturally, we are drawn to join them and observe this spectacle.

Twice we travel across to the opposing side to sit among those visitors. The first and less cautious trip, we sit as near as we can to the pep squad.

However,

A few moms get rowdy and recognize Katie’s NP DRUMLINE sweatshirt from behind us.

Not good. We leave in haste.

When we go back, we sit in different seats. And we only return so one of us, who shall remain nameless, can see this one shirtless band guy.

Can’t really say I enjoyed booing when NP scored a touchdown. We miss the Hey song, so we leave, homesick, again.