All across America...in mid September...the tradition of high school football returns.

We all go to the games for different reasons. To meet up with friends...even though you may have seen them 2 hours ago in class, to return to our roots...the longer away - the stronger the yearning to revisit those awkward years perhaps a generation ago, or to show the underclassmen what you have made of yourself...Oh and also to see football!

For me it was more to watch the crowd than the football. So many different interactions from the poignant return of the newly out of boot camp marine letting the girls touch the wool of the proudly worn uniform to the incessant ATT conversations on the cell phones...even though the transmitter and reciever may have been only a few rows apart. The traditions of teenage America played out as if on some Shakespearean stage...this could be a tragedy if the home team lost or a comedy of errors if the refs made the wrong calls or an epic battle waged on the grid-iron.

Two things made the night...the "back to school" crisp air and the unhibited energy of our youth. Youth either observed or reliving our youth as if it was yesterday.