I am not a fan of football.  Yawn.

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I am a fan of mingling with friends, eating occasional stadium junk food, and marching bands.

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So when Christy Jo invited me to the big local rivalry high school football game, I accepted.  It had been 25 years since I had been to a Friday night football game.  Why not?

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Christy Jo picked me up at 6:30 on Friday night with her freshly injured Jr. Varsity teenager and 8 year-old in tow.  We all wore white in support of Desert Vista High School.

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On the way to the game, Christy Jo informed me that over 10,000 people were expected to attend.  She hoped that gang fights didn't break out like at last year's game.

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Whatchyoutalkinbout, Christy Jo????  Gang fights?!?!?!  At the high school football game???  We live in Suburbia!!!!

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I thought she was kidding.

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She wasn't kidding.  You can read all about it <a href="http://www.azcentral.com/community/ahwatukee/articles/20120905ahwatukee-bowl-security-plan.html" target="_blank"><strong>here.</strong> </a>  Last year's game had to be called off in the 3rd quarter.

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I wondered if Christy Jo would let me and the 8 year-old split to go watch <em>Brave</em> at the mall.

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But Christy Jo is one of those suck-it-up-buttercup types.  I kept my mouth shut and my wits about me.  I made a mental note that I should take