Friday Night with the Panthers....
The best nights of your life begin with high school football. As I walk in the stadium the cold bleachers are packed with crazy Panther fans.As the refs whistle blows the men yell, "that was of bad call, oh come on." The women yell out "thats my son out there." The announcer shouts "TOUCH DOWN PANTHERS," the crowd roars and the cheerleaders chant our battle cry. I look onto the feild and the red and white of the jerseys clash with the green turf. I push my way through the crowded stands to my seat, as I do I recieve a sudden urg of cold skin coming from all around. I sit and drink my rich hot chocolate, making sure it doesn't burn my tounge. I take a bite of my hot dog and the aroma of tangy mustard creeps to my nose. As i breath in the crisp night air burns my throat for a second until I warm it with another gulp of hot chocolate. The crazy fans painted all red, white, and black, the yelling men, the wonderful overpriced food, and being sourounded by friends and family is my favorate way to spend a friday night in Heber Springs, the home of the Panthers.
