He Bleeds Purple {a 31 Days post}

He Bleeds

This “purple” prompt stumped me solid. I sat there on my couch, suddenly thinking of wonderful things to write about every color EXCEPT purple.

“Hey babe?” I called, “what on earth could I write about purple?”

Suddenly, he’d whipped his high school yearbook out of thin air, and began to pore over its pages, describing the mysteries of “wompum beads”, the “Indian Spirit”, and pep rallies.

Y’all, I have been schooled and now I know: If Aggies bleed maroon, graduates from Port Neches-Groves High School bleed purple.

“It was like that movie…” he snapped his fingers to remember. “Oh yeah—Friday Night Lights! The entire town shuts down so everyone can go to the football game.”

I must have given him a funny look, because he scooted closer. “I’m serious! Everyone went, stores shut down, and any role that would get you on the football field was highly sought-after. Football players, band, drill team, twirlers…”

“And cheerleaders?” I grinned at him. His gymnastics skills had earned him a spot on the Varsity Cheerleading team.

The school’s mascot was the “Indian Spirit”, and the Native American theme permeated the entire school. Many students wore Indian-style “wompum bead” necklaces and moccasins for games and pep rallies. The school grounds were known as “the reservation”, and the Head Coach of the football team was affectionately referred to as “head of the tribe”.

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One football game in particular stood out in his memories. “We were up against West Orange Stark High School, and it was just before the game,” he remembered. “All of a sudden the other team’s mascot tried to challenge ours to a fight. He got pretty beat up, and it was a big deal.”

Inspired by the mascot duel, one of the male cheerleaders from West Orange Stark challenged my husband to a tumble-off.

“Who won?” I asked. “Me,” he smiled. “I whupped his butt.”

This post is part of a month-long challenge to write every day in the month of October. To read other posts in the series, click here. 

Photo cred: Tracee Boucher

 

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