What Grinds My Gears: Undeserved respect

By Kasey Minnick
September 24, 2009

Being from a small town with no football team and enrolling in a Division III college with no football team, plain and simple, sucks.

I always envied the nearby high schools that on every Friday night would bundle up in the “letter” jackets, drive their decorated cars to football games and take part in a live sporting event that has its own unique feel.

Weatherly High School, which is in the “boonies” of the Poconos, didn’t have field hockey, lacrosse, volleyball (until my junior year), or track, so I have no interest in watching that here at Cabrini.

Believe me, I had school spirit in my day, but we were a basketball town and that is how it will always be. But to make up for the lack of football, I would say my town, better yet, my borough, turned to Penn State football.

If you were to poll the Weatherly natives, I would bet at least one member of their family attended Penn State University or one of their branch schools. Nittany Lion football is, I would say, practically a holiday to these people, and yes, it was for me too.

I could remember when they were in the Rose Bowl against the Oregon Ducks in 1995 and my father calling from the firehouse to make sure “I saw that play,” and my mother and I tensing our muscles as the time wound down from the clock naming PSU the champions.


Kasey Minnick

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