music monday {the boys of fall}

we are in the heart of football season. in the south, football is often compared to religion (jokingly, of course - because even though the south loves its football, it loves Jesus more). most household saturdays are devoted to the boys of fall from september through november. and that's right...i said saturday. not sunday. in the south, we like our college football. and in much of the south, we like our high school football. it's huge. seriously. huge. do you know who justin worley is? nope, you don't. but if you lived in my city, you would. and he's only a high school quarterback. but you'd be hard-pressed to find someone here that doesn't know the name, or that he's verbally committed to tennessee. because his 'deddy' went to tennessee. and if you said, on a saturday, "did you see what doodoo did last night?"...chances are, you'll get an answer and not some strange look as to why you might be talking about feces. and then you'll talk about how you hope doodoo goes to south carolina even though alabama's defensive coordinator was at the south pointe game a few weeks ago.

now, i will get to the point. i don't like kenny chesney. i don't even really care that much for this song. but i love the *concept* of this song. obviously, being a girl and all (not to mention, the least athletic person i know), i can't relate to actually being a football player. but, the essence of the sport and it's importance down south is captured wonderfully in the lyrics of this song...
warning: it's a long video (8 minutes+), but it's worth it if you haven't seen the full version yet. if you don't care to watch the video, i've included the lyrics at the end of this post. i got chills just reading them. but the video is so much more than just the song so watch it :)

on a related note: coleman already *gets* the importance of football. when a game is on tv, he immediately starts clapping (sometimes for the wrong team...we're working on the details). he even makes appropriate sound effects of "ooooowww" and "ooooh" and grunts when players get hit, etc.


When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass
I'm back in my helmet, cleats and shoulder pads
Standing in the huddle listening to the call
Fans going crazy for the boys of fall
They didn't let just anybody in that club
Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood
To get to wear those game day jerseys down the hall
Kings of the school man, we're the boys of fall

Well it's turn and face the Stars and Stripes
It's fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air, alright yes sir we want the ball
And it's knocking heads and talking trash
It's slinging mud and dirt and grass
It's I got your number, I got your back when your back's against the wall
You mess with one man you got us all
The boys of fall

In little towns like mine that's all they got
Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops
The old men will always think they know it all
Young girls will dream about the boys of fall
lyrics from elyricsworld

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