Guest Column By Jase Thornton
Wednesday, September 18, 2024
Growing up, I loathed Tallulah. Mainly the academy, but the town, too, I grew to detest. A few of my friends would go and hang out with some guys over there, but not me. The rivalry was too strong in my mind and heart. I had similar feelings about Oak Grove. I loved a rivalry though; if you knew me when I was young, you know how much I loved to ramble about how Case tractors were better than John Deere. I cringe when I think about it because frankly I was very annoying, especially given I had no idea what I was talking about. I only knew that’s what my dad drove so it must be the best! Most of you reading will know what I’m talking about– every year when Briarfield plays the Trojans, it’s a big deal! We hang up banners and talk trash. What I didn’t realize when I was a kid was that there was no difference between the boys on the other side of the field than me. I thought we were better; I thought I was better. I’m not. Now that my life isn’t defined by where I grew up and where I went to school, I realize those people are the same as me, they just grew up thirty miles down the road.