Tonight, Poteet and Pleasanton play football for the first time in many many years. It's brought back many really fun memories for me like: Cathy and me and the rest of the group riding the bus over (wow - 8 miles!) and chanting, "We want the bucket back!" over and over. It was an old oaken bucket that whoever won got to keep for the year until the next game. Well, Pleasanton would tromp us 65 - 0 or worse, and we're ride home so depressed; until the next year, when we'd do it all over again. I remember sitting on old, warped, wide wooden bleachers in COLD, yes cold, weather, under blankets drinking hot chocolate and not feeling our cheekbones for hours after the game. I remember thinking Pleasanton was this big city, and rarely venturing over to see what was there. Well, tonight it resumes. We'll see who comes home with the bucket.