Musing on @MorganCoHS v. Clarkston High. Domination.
That’s how things ended up last night at Bill Corry Stadium.
The Bulldogs dominated.
And I refuse to take all the credit…but I knew it was going to be a strong showing for the Bulldogs after I found myself parking in the same spot I did before last weekend’s win.
As I scurried through the gates, the team was on the verge of scoring their second TD.
I vowed to cover all aspects of the game (and not to sit as a potted plant). So I ventured forth with my camera and did some hard-nosed mom-with-a-blog journalism.
Bulldog Spirit.
I saw these cute ninth graders and had to touch their legs. I wondered if they were wearing Spidey stockings. My reporting uncovered they were painted. I felt touching to be sure was appropriate as I am a mom-with-a-blog and not a man posing as a dad-with-a-blog.
The band had already worked up the crowd and a sweat.
I wondered who was keeping all these young musicians in good form?
One of my favorite people, Carolyn Smith. (Which was most convenient for I was looking for someone to bail me out at church on Sunday because I lost the book our class is studying. Found out last week, it’s hard to lead a discussion when you don’t have the book.)
She didn’t have book either.
Rats.
I said adieu and moved on with my camera in search of a story.
Waved at Jim Ross (red shirt) who holds the distinction of being my favorite pastor who was never actually my pastor.
Mystery of the Game?
With my reporting senses heightened, I noticed smoke coming from the right corner of the Dog Pound end zone. Julie Speyer jumped on the case to help me get to the bottom of the smoke.
So there you have it.
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Following in the footsteps of photo journalists who have covered worn-torn Bosnia and infiltrated hidden dens of terror along the streets of Kabul, I approached…
The Cannon.
I looked fear in the eyes and walked bravely through barricades….
I gazed upon the great firing beast known as “Bulldog Bark.”
As Fate would have it,
Let the record reflect, I was not wearing protective ear coverings and still took this shot.
Play of the Game.
There were many great plays and many touchdowns scored. In upmost journalistic integrity, I sifted them all through my vacant brain.
In the end, I have to say this interception by #46 and run was my Play of Game.
He stopped short of the goal on the 2 yard line. In post game interview, #46 said the guy just got the angle on him.
That was my Play of the Game.
Of course, I’m just a mom-with-a-blog who gave birth to #46, 18 years ago this coming Wednesday.
Picture of the Game.
After searching through reams and reams of game shots, I came to my decision.
Alas, I am not some coed with paint on my legs swayed by Steve Speyer’s transparent attempt to capture my eye and the honor.
The Picture of the Game goes to ….
So there you have it. Another Friday night under the lights in Morgan County.
A huge victory for the Bulldogs.
Next week the Bulldogs travel just a hop-skip-and-a-jump over to Monticello.
See you there.
Any thoughts on this year’s Bulldogs?