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It's a rant of epic proportion.
Nutshell back story:
|Young River fans with our signs prior to burning them.|
I live in a town on the Ohio River. Across the river is a rival high school, called River High School.
Last year, our football team had eleven brand new street signs stolen. Brand new. And they're not cardboard. Durable corrugated, double-sided, double-colored signs retailing for $15 each.
Stolen. Gone. Money down the drain. Time wasted.
I got irritated- okay, perhaps irate and obsessive may be more accurate.
Then the picture (The one above with the cartoon smiley faces. Those aren't their real faces. I swapped them out to protect their identities.) showed up on social media. Seems our signs were part of their bonfire.
Along with burning effigies of our players, sort of like this:
|All over the world, burning effigies is fun and games.|
I turned my evidence over to the police and our principal alerted River's principal.
Did the Magnolia boosters want to file charges?
Did Magnolia Boosters want to force the students involved to pay?
We just wanted the school and the parents across the river to make an effort to make it stop.
Mostly, all we heard back was, "Sooo, you painted our rock." (They have a boulder along the highway they paint with their player numbers.)
To which we said, and I repeat...we don't condone rock painting. Bring me proof our kids did it, and our boosters will come over and repaint the rock out of our budget. Gladly.
Fast forward to this year.
Did things get better?
Almost all our signs are gone.
Easily $300 to replace them.
Did I throw a fit?
Well, no...not really.
Yes, I was furious. Yes, I ranted and raved at home.
For the most part, I kept my peace.
I kept reminding myself- what would Jesus do?
Sure, I secretly wished Jesus would freaking plop down from Heaven, walk across that flippin' water with me, find our mother trucking signs, and maybe smite a few people on our way....
But then I imagined Jesus saying, "Elizabeth. Calm down. Go get a big glass of water, and I'll turn it into wine for you. Come on girl, I was nailed to a cross. These are just signs."
Jesus was right. Wine beats whine.
I let it go.
Then one of our fans posted this:
Believe it or not, some River fans (not all, some have a sense of humor) went nuts.
Our fan page had more River fan traffic than there own fan page did.
You want to make a page go viral? Scratch someone with sensitive skin.
I was like SERIOUSLY!? I was told to get a sense of humor last year by our fans, when I had proof- PROOF- of bad sportsmanship. Now, they're going to whine? It's a bloody meme. No one painted it on their rock.
It's a picture on a Facebook page.
Suddenly, I'm imagining our streets covered with trail cam (you know the motion sensitive hunting cameras?) snapping pictures of offenders stealing our signs. Then I'll turn them over to police and Magnolia be darned, they won't be able to stop me.
But then I hear Jesus again, "Really Elizabeth? Have you looked around the globe lately?"
Fine. I'll let it go.
1. I didn't call the police on anybody.
2. It's Friday night! should be a good game.
3. I've got to get my boys. I'm going to be late because I just had to post. You'd missed me if I didn't, right?
Stephen Tremp writes speculative fiction and his fourth novel, Salem’s Daughters, is supernatural thriller. A four hundred year old evil is unleashed when souls of the daughters of those killed during the Salem Witch Trials find a new generation of people to murder at a popular modern-day bed and breakfast.
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