The Gilmer Buckeyes (13-0) will take on the Cuero Gobblers (13-0) Saturday at Bowers Stadium on the campus of Sam Houston State University in Huntsville. Kickoff is set for 6 p.m.
This is a semifinal game in UIL Class 3A Division I.
Directions to the stadium can be found at www.gilmermirror.com.
Gates open at 4 p.m. Tickets at the gate are $10.
Advance tickets ($8 for adults; $5 for students) are on sale from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. through Thursday at the Gilmer ISD Central Administration Office on Trinity St.
Gilmer is the visiting team and will be wearing white.
Joe Dodd’s preview of this game with comments from the coaches will be published in Saturday’s Mirror.
BUCKEYE TICKET LINE:
841-7777
LUNCH WITH THE COACH:
Noon Wednesdays, Buckeyes Booster Club meets at Gilmer Country Club
LIVE WEBCASTS:
www.GilmerBuckeyes.com
KMOO 99.9 FM
KYKX 105.7 FM
GobblerSports.com
From KYTX CBS 19:
Gilmer Football Pushes Through Injuries
Community Pep Rally:
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Time:
7-8 p.m.
Location:
Gilmer High School Gymnasium
Gilmer ISD Game Info
Buckeyes Record
Buckeyes Stats
From MaxPreps:
Cuero Gobblers
Gilmer Buckeyes
From Dave Campbell's Texas Football:
3A Games to Watch
From the Tyler Morning Telegraph:
Gilmer's Godfrey Completely Consumed By Football
From the Longview News-Journal:
Buckeyes' offense spreads the wealth
From MYVICTORIAONLINE.com:
CUERO FOOTBALL PLAYOFF REPORT
From PrepTicket.com:
Highlights of Last Year's Class 3A Division I Semifinal in Round Rock between Cuero and La Vega
Courtesy Graphic / WOS87 of 3ADownLow.com
THE FINAL FOUR has now been determined for Class 3A Division I. In addition to the Gilmer-Cuero matchup in Huntsville Saturday at 6 p.m., Lucas Lovejoy takes on Abilene Wylie at 7:30 p.m. in Waco.
By LARRY MELTON
I think the majority of you who are reading this would agree that the football season is a wonderful time of year; maybe our favorite time of the year.
We love everything about football season from watching the boys on the first day of two-a-days as we see "what we got this year;" to the first game day of the season when we tailgate and fill up on food that would cause any cardiologist to cringe; to seeing people again that we may have lost contact with over the summer.
We love the song "An Army of Buckeyes" and the clapping of the cut-off 2"x4"s. Grandfathers stand in line with teenagers and toddlers to slap the shoulder pads of players in the Victory Line as we offer our split second of support that we are convinced will be the extra encouragement the boys need to "get the job done" tonight.
We love the cheerleaders’ signs and always hope the wind will show mercy as the players prepare to run through them. We love the feeling of our community family reunion when we have the first home game, only to have the laughter interrupted by the first kickoff of the season when the armchair quarterbacks start espousing their ideas.
We love watching the boys battle for every inch of field position as they collide full speed with players who are usually bigger, faster and stronger.
We scream "tackle him," to the Buckeye players as if that is a new concept they haven't ever thought about. We laugh in embarrassment at the occasional idiot in the stands who madly yells at the officials as if their comments are really going to make a difference.
We turn our heads in disgust as a player vomits on the sideline only to run back out on the field for the next play. We share genuine concern for player and parent alike when a player is carried off the field wondering if their season or career is over.
We love the halftime shows and the amount of beautiful music that is created by such a small number of band members. We laugh when someone comments that "the band members could get places faster if they would just take bigger steps."
We love traveling to away games as it's a chance to go out to eat before the game. We love seeing the other teams facilities and comparing them to those in tiny Gilmer. We laugh at away games when the announcer tries to pronounce "Godfrey" or "Tristan," and we wonder where the extra vowels and consonants, or Louisiana/French accent came from in the pronunciation.
We love the drive home as we discuss all the intricacies of the game only to realize that everyone but you is already asleep and they haven't heard a word you've said for the last 15 miles.
We love the unashamed pregame prayer over the loud speakers as it proclaims the faith of our community. Win or lose, we love watching the boys circle up in prayer with the other team after the game as it proclaims their character and sportsmanship.
We love football. We love football for its tie to Americana and tradition.
We love football for the feeling of community we experience every week. But, most of all, we love football for the escape it provides.
When times are hard, we look forward to Friday night and watching the boys.
When the economy has us down, we look to Friday night as a time for joy and escaping the constant fretting of money and house payments.
When our life feels like a rat race, we enjoy being in one simple place for a few hours with friends and family as we root for our boys and our team.
When we are discouraged and worried about our changing lives, we look forward to the unchanging constant of Friday Night Football in Texas. These boys, and this game of football, provide our escape.
The boys on the field are our escape and we should be thankful. We should be thankful for what we see, and what we don't see.
What many of us don't see are the boys getting up at 6 a.m. every summer morning to head to the field for their difficult IAP workout. What many of us don't see are the boys playing 7-on-7 every Monday and Tuesday night as they try to prepare for all the teams who will be throwing the spread offense at them during the season.
What many of us don't see are the 7-on-7 tournaments on Saturday mornings when the temperature is well into the 100s as the boys not only battle the other team, but they also battle the heat, dehydration and cramps.
What many of us don't see are the two-a-day practices in early August when the boys are laughing at each other because they can tell what someone ate for breakfast or lunch as they recognize undigested food in the vomit that seems to line the entire perimeter of the field.
What many of us don't see are the exhausted boys drenched in sweat lying under the bleachers trying to get some shade and relief.
What many of us don't see is once the school year starts the boys still getting to the weight room every morning at 5:30 for their pre-school workout. What many of us don't see are the boys falling asleep as they lay on the living room floor at night with ice bags on their sore backs, necks and hamstrings.
What many of us don't see are boys whose arms are so bruised and tired that they have trouble putting their shirts on in the morning because they can't raise their arms.
What many of us don't see are the boys limping home at midnight or later on Friday nights and asking "where are the ice bags, ace bandages and ibuprofen?"
What many of us don't see is the following morning when they are so sore they can hardly take any steps without holding on to the couch or kitchen counter just to be able to walk.
What many of us don't see are the boys reading the newspaper to see how all the other teams in District 17-3A did the night before as they look forward to they day they go to battle. What many of us don't see, understand, or fully appreciate is the 20-week season these boys endure, and the uniqueness of it all.
Here is something to think about. In each of the last four years (2005, 6, 7, 8), these boys have played at least 11 games, plus four weeks of two-a-days. That's at least 15 straight weeks of total physical, emotional and psychological dedication and stress.
The last four years, the Gilmer Buckeyes have played in an amazing 53 football games.
Over the last five years, these boys have played in two State Championships, winning one.
These boys have done all of this while still going to school and staying academically eligible.
These are amazing 15, 16, 17, and 18 year old boys who have been tremendous ambassadors for our school and the Gilmer community for so many years.
They have provided us with joy, excitement and a much needed escape from our daily lives. Now that the playoffs are here, each week could be the last of THEIR careers and dreams.
I hope you would all agree that we owe these boys our unconditional and unwavering thanks, gratitude, respect and full support for their exhausting work in these years of unparalleled success.
Please go to the playoff games and be "loud and proud" and support the Boys of Gilmer!
Larry Melton has a Facebook group called AN ARMY OF BUCKEYES, where this originally appeared.
This is a semifinal game in UIL Class 3A Division I.
Directions to the stadium can be found at www.gilmermirror.com.
Gates open at 4 p.m. Tickets at the gate are $10.
Advance tickets ($8 for adults; $5 for students) are on sale from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. through Thursday at the Gilmer ISD Central Administration Office on Trinity St.
Gilmer is the visiting team and will be wearing white.
Joe Dodd’s preview of this game with comments from the coaches will be published in Saturday’s Mirror.
BUCKEYE TICKET LINE:
841-7777
LUNCH WITH THE COACH:
Noon Wednesdays, Buckeyes Booster Club meets at Gilmer Country Club
LIVE WEBCASTS:
www.GilmerBuckeyes.com
KMOO 99.9 FM
KYKX 105.7 FM
GobblerSports.com
From KYTX CBS 19:
Gilmer Football Pushes Through Injuries
Community Pep Rally:
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Time:
7-8 p.m.
Location:
Gilmer High School Gymnasium
Gilmer ISD Game Info
Buckeyes Record
Buckeyes Stats
From MaxPreps:
Cuero Gobblers
Gilmer Buckeyes
From Dave Campbell's Texas Football:
3A Games to Watch
From the Tyler Morning Telegraph:
Gilmer's Godfrey Completely Consumed By Football
From the Longview News-Journal:
Buckeyes' offense spreads the wealth
From MYVICTORIAONLINE.com:
CUERO FOOTBALL PLAYOFF REPORT
From PrepTicket.com:
Highlights of Last Year's Class 3A Division I Semifinal in Round Rock between Cuero and La Vega
Courtesy Graphic / WOS87 of 3ADownLow.com
THE FINAL FOUR has now been determined for Class 3A Division I. In addition to the Gilmer-Cuero matchup in Huntsville Saturday at 6 p.m., Lucas Lovejoy takes on Abilene Wylie at 7:30 p.m. in Waco.
What we love about this wonderful time of the year
By LARRY MELTON
I think the majority of you who are reading this would agree that the football season is a wonderful time of year; maybe our favorite time of the year.
We love everything about football season from watching the boys on the first day of two-a-days as we see "what we got this year;" to the first game day of the season when we tailgate and fill up on food that would cause any cardiologist to cringe; to seeing people again that we may have lost contact with over the summer.
We love the song "An Army of Buckeyes" and the clapping of the cut-off 2"x4"s. Grandfathers stand in line with teenagers and toddlers to slap the shoulder pads of players in the Victory Line as we offer our split second of support that we are convinced will be the extra encouragement the boys need to "get the job done" tonight.
We love the cheerleaders’ signs and always hope the wind will show mercy as the players prepare to run through them. We love the feeling of our community family reunion when we have the first home game, only to have the laughter interrupted by the first kickoff of the season when the armchair quarterbacks start espousing their ideas.
We love watching the boys battle for every inch of field position as they collide full speed with players who are usually bigger, faster and stronger.
We scream "tackle him," to the Buckeye players as if that is a new concept they haven't ever thought about. We laugh in embarrassment at the occasional idiot in the stands who madly yells at the officials as if their comments are really going to make a difference.
We turn our heads in disgust as a player vomits on the sideline only to run back out on the field for the next play. We share genuine concern for player and parent alike when a player is carried off the field wondering if their season or career is over.
We love the halftime shows and the amount of beautiful music that is created by such a small number of band members. We laugh when someone comments that "the band members could get places faster if they would just take bigger steps."
We love traveling to away games as it's a chance to go out to eat before the game. We love seeing the other teams facilities and comparing them to those in tiny Gilmer. We laugh at away games when the announcer tries to pronounce "Godfrey" or "Tristan," and we wonder where the extra vowels and consonants, or Louisiana/French accent came from in the pronunciation.
We love the drive home as we discuss all the intricacies of the game only to realize that everyone but you is already asleep and they haven't heard a word you've said for the last 15 miles.
We love the unashamed pregame prayer over the loud speakers as it proclaims the faith of our community. Win or lose, we love watching the boys circle up in prayer with the other team after the game as it proclaims their character and sportsmanship.
We love football. We love football for its tie to Americana and tradition.
We love football for the feeling of community we experience every week. But, most of all, we love football for the escape it provides.
When times are hard, we look forward to Friday night and watching the boys.
When the economy has us down, we look to Friday night as a time for joy and escaping the constant fretting of money and house payments.
When our life feels like a rat race, we enjoy being in one simple place for a few hours with friends and family as we root for our boys and our team.
When we are discouraged and worried about our changing lives, we look forward to the unchanging constant of Friday Night Football in Texas. These boys, and this game of football, provide our escape.
The boys on the field are our escape and we should be thankful. We should be thankful for what we see, and what we don't see.
What many of us don't see are the boys getting up at 6 a.m. every summer morning to head to the field for their difficult IAP workout. What many of us don't see are the boys playing 7-on-7 every Monday and Tuesday night as they try to prepare for all the teams who will be throwing the spread offense at them during the season.
What many of us don't see are the 7-on-7 tournaments on Saturday mornings when the temperature is well into the 100s as the boys not only battle the other team, but they also battle the heat, dehydration and cramps.
What many of us don't see are the two-a-day practices in early August when the boys are laughing at each other because they can tell what someone ate for breakfast or lunch as they recognize undigested food in the vomit that seems to line the entire perimeter of the field.
What many of us don't see are the exhausted boys drenched in sweat lying under the bleachers trying to get some shade and relief.
What many of us don't see is once the school year starts the boys still getting to the weight room every morning at 5:30 for their pre-school workout. What many of us don't see are the boys falling asleep as they lay on the living room floor at night with ice bags on their sore backs, necks and hamstrings.
What many of us don't see are boys whose arms are so bruised and tired that they have trouble putting their shirts on in the morning because they can't raise their arms.
What many of us don't see are the boys limping home at midnight or later on Friday nights and asking "where are the ice bags, ace bandages and ibuprofen?"
What many of us don't see is the following morning when they are so sore they can hardly take any steps without holding on to the couch or kitchen counter just to be able to walk.
What many of us don't see are the boys reading the newspaper to see how all the other teams in District 17-3A did the night before as they look forward to they day they go to battle. What many of us don't see, understand, or fully appreciate is the 20-week season these boys endure, and the uniqueness of it all.
Here is something to think about. In each of the last four years (2005, 6, 7, 8), these boys have played at least 11 games, plus four weeks of two-a-days. That's at least 15 straight weeks of total physical, emotional and psychological dedication and stress.
The last four years, the Gilmer Buckeyes have played in an amazing 53 football games.
Over the last five years, these boys have played in two State Championships, winning one.
These boys have done all of this while still going to school and staying academically eligible.
These are amazing 15, 16, 17, and 18 year old boys who have been tremendous ambassadors for our school and the Gilmer community for so many years.
They have provided us with joy, excitement and a much needed escape from our daily lives. Now that the playoffs are here, each week could be the last of THEIR careers and dreams.
I hope you would all agree that we owe these boys our unconditional and unwavering thanks, gratitude, respect and full support for their exhausting work in these years of unparalleled success.
Please go to the playoff games and be "loud and proud" and support the Boys of Gilmer!
Larry Melton has a Facebook group called AN ARMY OF BUCKEYES, where this originally appeared.
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