A football game, a general brawl between the teams after the game, a car parked in front of a critical gate, two pissed off administrators, supervisors on the cell phone, but everyone went home safe. By law enforcement standards, when you go home safe you've had a good day. So, after eighteen hours I had a good day. Went home, fell into bed, was awakened by leg cramps and hobbled around the house.
Coffee this morning, then we're off to Jena for a mini reunion of Milady's family. Then I come home this afternoon, grab a quick nap and go back to the school to work the homecoming dance. We'll be through with homecoming week and the next couple of weeks should be fairly uneventful. The game last night dashed ANY hopes the team has of making the playoffs, and honestly, they don't deserve to be in the playoffs. We should have won that game last night.
In a long career, I've never worked a general brawl between two football teams. So. last night was a first. I hope that I never have to do a repeat. There is some weird psychology in group dynamics that make people crazy when they're in a group. I detest rowdiness, and the testosterone-fueled environment of a football field, protective padding, and hurt feelings after a devastating loss are all extenuators of mayhem. I'm glad I had five stout deputies to assist me. It was nearly not enough. I was within seconds of calling for a paddy wagon and putting every adult on the field in jail. There is no excuse for brawling after a football game.