One family, one destiny.
Sounds like the slogan of some reality show where families compete at a picnic for a golden drumstick and $1 million.
Sorry reality TV fans. You just read the last mention of television in this column.
The slogan is actually what the Moffat County High School football coaching staff adopted for the season. After spending a day with them at the University of Wyoming football camp, I think the rally cry fits the team the way a perfectly molded mouthpiece fits after a couple hours in your mouth.
With that said, I have to admit the camp was the first one I've ever attended. In high school I was primarily a runner. My summers consisted of running, working, eating and talking to all the ladies on the phone.
OK, actually it was running, working and eating. That's beside the point. What I'm getting at is that there were no camps for me.
At my first team camp I formulated two theories -- team camps rock and the Bulldogs could be a tough team to beat this year. I'm not going to dwell on the latter point too much. The team has put enough expectations on itself considering "one destiny" is synonymous with "state title game."
I'll let the performance on the field speak for itself and not go into how big and experienced both lines are or how unselfish the players were on the field or how, with the "who's who" of Class 3A in Colorado present, the Bulldogs held their own all week.
Anyway, back to why team camps rock.
Of the activities I missed by not attending a camp, I'm not sure which I would have enjoyed more; getting in a pine cone war with my teammates or watching one of my coaches wake up a player by yelling at him that he was late when he really wasn't.
Looking at the itinerary, I didn't see anything about pine cone welts or coaches scaring the, um, sleep out of their athletes. What I did see at the top of the sheet were the words "team building camp."
They get an A+ in team building.
Us guys are weird in that throwing pinecones as hard as we possibly can at each other is considered a bonding thing.
It goes back to caveman times when one of our favorite games was called "My Boulder is Bigger." In that game we took rocks and dropped them on each other's feet and the first one to back down lost.
Sure the game was mindless, senseless and painful (sort of like pine cone throwing) but afterward we grunted together, put our arms around the other and went to the local cave for some warm, fermented mammoth milk.
I was most envious of the camp experience when the players would come into the coaches' dorm rooms to hang out.
In my 20 hours at the camp I heard coaches and players talk about subjects ranging from spirituality to body odor.
How cool is that?
Almost every team at MCHS has a camp that they'll attend this summer, which is great for everything except the pocket book. I'm glad I had the opportunity to attend one of the camps and see what it is all about.
Look for my next camp experience in the next month or so. It will be called "Learning to fit eight people into one swim cap: Pressgrove's day at girls' swim camp."