It is Tuesday morning at Williams Stadium, an old rough field that is a favorite place for the birds to hang out. The parking lot has old beer bottles and cigarette buds all over the lot. Walking through the gates on the home side of the field, the first thing that a person notices is the back of the stands that go up about seven or eight stories. They are as long as the whole field and wear gray paint that is fading. To the right is the snack bar where local charities try to make a few bucks off of men and women trying to feed their hungry bellies on game nights. There are six different entrances to the stands. Once in the stands the visitor side is instantly in the field of perception. On the truff in the North end zone is the word "GARLAND" painted yellow with a black background. In the South end zone the word "OWLS" is also painted in the same manner. To the right is the field house. A red roof stands out, and ''GARLAND'' is written on all four sides of the building in big blac
where always in the playoff run. I had no clue the coach was going to let me go along with the older guys and help cheer them on to victory. Then the first home game came and I was one of the few freshmen that got to dress out. It was my first time to be in front of about 20,000 people, so I was excited. The feeling I got was awesome. We walked out of the field house, around the light poll (cause you were not supposed to go on the other side of it), and on to the end zone. We waited for the visiting team to go through their poster and then we started our rituals. Some people clapped their hands to the beat, some yelled and screamed, and some jumped up and down. Me, I stood there watching in aw. The 20,000 were on there feet cheering for us, waiting for us to come through our poster. As soon as we ran through it, the crowd roared. I felt the most amazing adrenaline rush go through my body. I was overwhelmed. We ended up winning that game 35 to 10. After the game the stadium went back to being an old boring
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