Play-offs, Here We Come!
The semi-final game pitted my high school, fourth-rankedBluefield , ainst first-ranked
and unbeaten Buchannan–Upshur. The Buck–Ups had a player named Tinker Jackson,
reputed to be the top running back in the sate. Our lead scorer’s name was Donnie
Jackson. Someone in our fan club had made a huge sign that read, “Our Jackson
is better then your Jackson .”
The game ended with Bluefield
routing Buchannan–Upshur 42-0! Donnie scored three touchdowns in that game. I
guess our sign was right.
The semi-final game pitted my high school, fourth-ranked
November 22, 1975 was the coldest ball game I have ever
participated in. It would have been bad enough had I been sitting in the stands
under a blanket, warming my hands around a cup of hot cocoa; but I was on the
field in a cheerleader skirt that barely covered my bloomer clad butt. The
layers of shirts under my thick white sweater and the gloves I wore did nothing
for my exposed legs that had only a pair of sheer panty hose between them and
the frigid air! I think that’s the coldest I have ever been in my life. But it
was worth it. We came from behind at the half to claim the title with a 20-7
victory.
That was many years ago and much has happened since. But
hidden away in my heart will always be the treasured experience of cheering for
the 1975 West Virginia AAA High School Football Champions. Every fall when the
leaves look festive, the air feels crisp, and harvest moons hang in the sky
like giant pumpkins; America turns attention to its favorite pastime and my
mind remembers days gone by, dear friends I have lost, and the glories of high
school football in the age of innocence.
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