Last Thursday I had the option of getting up at 4:30 to take the 5:30 bus to Madison and watch the Greenwood-Granton Indians take on the Seneca Indians. The school day had been called off as a ‘field-trip’ day; the mayor of Greenwood had declared it “G2 Nation Day” and the town was completely deserted on account of the game.
I was at the school that day. I was going down to Madison in a few days anyway and decided that it was important for me to use that work day to sort through a pile of order forms for my after-school group’s fundraiser with one of the other teachers. We ran into trouble though, because unknown to us the WIAA had made an exclusive deal with one cable company and not another. Guess which cable company our school had? I spent the next few hours in the Kindergarten room, the only room with good radio reception, glued to the game while tallying up pizzas and counting checks.
The game was not even close: 40-0 in our favor, bringing the first state championship to our town since 1990.
This might not seem a big deal to a lot of people outside our community. We are a division 7 school. My wife once asked me, “There’s a division 7?” Central Wisconsin is full of little towns like Greenwood, isolated by distance and size, and for a lot of these little towns the school, post office, and library are the heart of the town. High school sports, especially football, are the best shows in town. A whole generation of students in our little town will remember this game. And if we should forget, we have a giant golden football to remind us.