We obviously have some work to do. First game jitters clearly got to us. And, as per usual, Memorial has plenty of talent.
That aside, I feel obligated to point this out. When we last played at Memorial three years ago, their announcer wouldn’t call us the Indians. Just “the opponents.”
Tonight, Memorial’s band is playing the “poor little Injun boys” chant that riffs on the closing chorus of Cherokee like TJ and Lincoln used to do in the ‘70s, ‘80s, and ‘90s. I haven’t heard that since I was a kid and didn’t think anyone actually knew it any more (or at least, that anyone would admit to knowing it).
It’s official. Woke War I is over. We can declare victory.