I was rolling down Donner Pass Rd. last weekend, just
finishing up some errands, when I had cause to reach out and turn up the volume
on the car radio. Our local station, as is typical for a Saturday in the fall,
was broadcasting the high school football game. (Yes, my town really is that
small.) What piqued my interest was the tone of voice of the announcers,
informing the listeners that the Wolverines had been shut out at halftime. They
seemed surprised. Almost worried.
I knew the team held a huge winning streak, the largest in
the state, at 34 games. Since this was the playoffs, it had the makings of a
good game, and when I pulled in the driveway I asked my husband if he wanted to
run down to Truckee High to catch the second half. What we witnessed was one of
the best sporting events I’ve seen in years.
I’ve long declared that my favorite movie genre is what my
husband calls the “feel good sports movie.” I love the drama of sports. Movies
, and Remember the Titans
(all based on true stories). Nothing makes me cry like a good Cinderella-Story sports movie.
In thinking about this fact after the high school football
game, I realized the real draw of sports like this to me – they have all the
makings of a perfect plot. They’re a story just waiting to unfold. Drama in
real life. Watching a good football game, or any sporting event, is like
reading a gripping novel where you really can’t tell what kind of ending it’s
going to have.
You couldn’t have created better plot structure for a story
than the events that took place on the field at Truckee High that day.
You had conflict
: Not only do you have one team
against another, but Truckee football had the added pressure of a 34-game
winning streak spanning 3 years. KCRA TV in Sacramento called them The King of California Football
. More than once, the Fallon High School fans in
the visitor’s bleachers took up the chant “Break That Streak!” Not to mention,
of course, the winner of this game would advance to the state championship
There was plenty of rising action: Truckee didn’t get
on the board at all in the first half, starting the 3rd quarter down
by a field goal. Tension already. Then, in the second half, the lead changed
hands three times. Neither team was ever more than a touchdown away from losing
their lead. Andrew and I stood at the fence behind the end-zone with other late
arrivals, cheering and wailing with every play. We were in solidarity with
strangers with whom we had one thing in common – we wanted our team to win! With every second lost on the clock in that 4th
quarter, the tension grew.
We even had an excellent false climax: Fallon scored
and was up by 3 points with 4 minutes left to play. Truckee took almost that
entire 4 minutes to get the ball back to our end of the field. With less than
30 seconds left, they were fourth and goal. A field goal would have tied it up,
but they chose to go for it. (Well, we’re a ski town: Go big or go home!) They
squeaked into the end zone with 8 seconds left on the clock. The crowd went
absolutely NUTS! I mean, I didn’t even know we had enough people in our town to
make that kind of noise. We picked up a 15 yard penalty for “excessive
celebrating.” I didn’t really think it was excessive, considering.
And of course, the climax: “Well, game’s over, let’s
get out of here.” We walked about ten yards before changing our minds. May as well
watch the last 8 seconds play out. A Fallon player caught the kick-off and
somehow found a hole. He was running. Flying. Streaking for that end zone. Oh.
I could imagine the radio announcers: “He’s at the 30! The 20! The 10!”
“”No! No! No!” We all screamed. They were at the far end of
the field, so I couldn’t see what happened, but the crowd’s reaction told all:
The Truckee side roared in triumph, while Fallon’s fans let loose with painful
moans. SO CLOSE!
But guess what? That wasn’t the climax. It was just another
false climax! That is what you call some good rising action. It’s a page-turner
of a story.
There was a penalty called on the play. “A late hit,”
another fan told me. I looked at the scoreboard. No time left on the clock. So …
did we win?
I don’t know the rules that well, but apparently the penalty
called for one more play, even though no time remained. You have got to be
The players lined up again as we all held our breaths. The
Fallon players couldn’t make it happen, and once again Truckee fans roared –now
with equal parts relief and triumph.
And that, really, was the resolution: Relief,
triumph, and looking to the State game this weekend. All the most exciting
stories end with the climax, the resolution only a footnote: The End.
Thanks for the drama,
Truckee boys. Good luck at State tomorrow!
Do you have any favorite sports dramas?