friday night lights

He considered stopping for directions to the field, but as he continued the drive along the straight, flat highway, he saw it, as he saw them all, rising out of the horizon, the football field, the stadium lights, soon to be illuminating the night for miles and miles. He wondered, for a moment, what this great expanse would look like from the sky – nothing, nothing, nothing, then one here and one there, south Texas football, floodlit. What to do, where to go on Friday nights in the lower Rio Grande valley, and he wondered if this was what the writer meant by “Friday Night Lights,” that book about big-time Texas high school football. This wasn’t, where he was headed, that is, big-time Texas high school football. This was low country bragging rights played by teenagers named Juan and Carlos and Hugo – ooo-go -- and Rodrigo, with a few Dustins and Erics tossed in for small measure. But it was what they did on Friday night, nonetheless. And it was under the lights, always. For now, anyway.