I just checked into a motel down the street from Cowboy Stadium, the last of 44 I’ve stayed in over my five months in Texas. When I originally called this a ‘road trip’ it seemed like the proper way to describe it. Looking back at it now, calling this a roadtrip feels like calling Magellan’s round the world voyage a sailboat ride. During the trip I’ve driven about 18,000 miles, eaten too much fast food and seen more of the state than most locals. I’ve watched the days shorten and the leaves fall off the trees. Thinking back on all I’ve seen since I came here in July, it’s hard to believe I’ll be sleeping in my own bed again in a few days.
Though I’m excited to get home, I’ll miss hanging with the coaches and the places I’ve been in Texas. I came here to see the unique qualities of high school football is in this state. I hoped to show how well run and supported it is and how it’s also a positive influence on the kids who play it and the communities who love it. I hope those sentiments have come across in this blog. I’ve gathered enough material to make my points in a more complete way in my upcoming book. I don’t know exactly how long it will take to write, having never done this before. I can say, however, I have great material, interesting angles and compelling stories about every stop on my trip. All eleven towns and schools offered a different piece of the picture. If I did anything right, I’m very proud of the programs I chose for this project. Now, I just have to figure out how to put it together into a book worthy of the programs that so generously allowed me inside. I’ll start working on it as soon as I get home and will keep this blog informed of my progress.
I have one more day before I find out how my Stamford chapter will end and two more before I know the end for Cedar Hill. I’ll, of course, write recounts of both championship games in the upcoming days. Whatever happens, it should be exciting.