It really must be true that the world will soon end, or something like it. Never mind the spiraling violence across the American footprint in the Middle and Near East, where countless foreign operatives face the daily threat of death from above through the American military’s latest force projection toys (see preceding post). Never mind the fourteen trillion-dollar deficit that keeps inexorably climbing, even without the official government sanction of raising the debt ceiling necessary, we are told, to make all those strips of paper somehow meaningful (see Paul Krugman’s sky is falling, Republicans are to blame piece here).
High school kids in Texas might be forced to play football on fields that aren’t magnificently lush and green because Texas is suffering an unusually severe drought, from the New York Times, or Texas Tribune (I can’t tell which, but I found the article on the NYT website):
LLANO — The two practice fields used by high school football teams here still look green, but perhaps not for long. This Central Texas town banned outdoor irrigation using city water last week, so workers have laid hundreds of feet of pipe from the fields to an old well. No one is sure how much water the well may hold.
In some parts of the world, laying pipe to an old well in order to survive a drought might be fraught with a bit more urgency than whether the grass on the football field can be kept green.
Things are so bad now in Texas that some high schools may be forced to forego watering the practice fields, and move practices to the game fields:
In Llano, if the football practice fields cannot get the estimated 54,000 gallons of water that they need each week, the community may feel the effect. That’s because practice would move to the game field, which is watered by a working well. But heavy use could make that field unsuitable for games, so Llano might have to play its entire schedule at opponents’ homes, hurting morale — and the local economy.
I wonder, how far away could be Llano’s opponents? Texas is a pretty big place, and the news is that the whole state is afflicted by drought. How could it help to move games to the opponent’s fields, since they, too, are presumably suffering from drought?
But I have an idea! How about they just play the games wherever they’re scheduled, no matter the condition of the field. If it’s a dusty bowl, just wet it down with a tanker truck of water before the game, and let the mud-sliding begin. It may come as a shock to folks in Midland and Llano, etc., but the kids might just enjoy creating a few unique memories to carry with them of the drought of 2011, and the world won’t end if the game fields aren’t lush. Even just thirty years ago, even in Alabama, that has far fewer droughts than Texas (which is notoriously drought-prone–no matter how dire the commentators on this one will make things sound); even in a place that loves its football just as much as Texas, I played games on fields that would make a herd of cattle blush they were so barren. Guess what? It didn’t harm my tender psyche one bit.
The game of football, nevermind having lush green fields to play it on, is a luxury. Texans should be happy that life is so good for them until the prospect of playing football in the dirt seems a terrible hardship to bear.