My Eyeballs had Hard-Ons

Friday night in the Midwest. Maybe the last weekend of warm weather. What's that spell?

F-O-O-T-B-A-L-L

High School football.

Cheerleaders. Pom Pom Girls. Pony tails. Short skirts. Enough said.

Testosterone on the field, estrogen in the stands. All the pretty girls in town on parade, relentlessly crisscrossing the stadium with one goal - to be seen. Hugs and giggles and working the text messaging to find out where their friends are sitting.

Some pretty girls my age. Even from my class 25 + years ago. Did they look that good then? I think they're getting better.

Some college age girls looking sexy and stylish.

But mostly high school girls. Hordes and hordes of high school girls roving in packs of age and status.

Seniors - looking good. Juniors - developing. Sophomores - Oops, stop there! Look away. Steer clear of that section.

Back to the seniors. Yeow. I don't remember so many good looking girls in my class. Blondes, brunettes, an occasional red-head. Ponytails, long silky hair, short sun streaked bobs. Tight, low-cut jeans showing off showing off shapely backsides. Bare midriffs with flat tanned tummies. Pert breasts filling out multi-colored tees with "Blondes do it better" logos. Do what better? Okay, I'm thinking about it.

Snapshot: a guy and a girl at the rail at the edge of the field. Her, strikingly beautiful and oozing teen sexuality, staring at his face. Him, bored and aloof, staring at his buddies in action. I wanted grab him by the collar and shake him. Hey, dude. The action's right in front of you. Do you realize what a privilege it is that she's there with you? Pay attention to her! But, as we all know, it's wasted on youth.

Snapshot: Two 18-ish beauties standing in front of me. Blocking my view - except that they are the view. One blonde. A tanned goddess with softly curving breasts filling out her top. A gorgeous smile and a bubbly personality. Her friend - the sophisticate. Long straight black hair spilling over her delicate shoulders. Sleek, tanned legs that go on for miles. Invading each others personal space in a focused intimate conversation. Fresh. Scrubbed. Innocent. Hot.

Snapshot: Definitely some future strippers in the making on display tonight. Not the cheerleaders so much. But the shy girls, the semi-bad girls who will blossom into stage beauties.

My eyeballs had hard-ons all night.

And, oh yeah, there was a football game too. We lost. It's going to be a long year.