Sour Apple – Team Power
Springtime and football are the things dreams are made of. The hopes of two towns clash with the might of the players. To take the field requires a life of passion and courage to pursue perfection. Fervor and fanaticism embolden resolve and perseverance to band together against an indomitable spirit. The battle that ensues takes every ounce of effort, tact and skill in a war of wills. Power is the word of the day as every yard must be earned. The winds of change move through the valley of the gridiron where destiny is decided. One wins, the other loses but one thing is certain: the last game of the season is bittersweet for all. Tradition welcomes both victorious and the defeated to commemorate the journey with the harvest of sour apples that have drunk the marrow from life. Differences are put aside as the smell of apple tarts, pies and cakes pay homage to the day. Sweets lift lips into smiles, cider dulls the pain and as the night brings crisp air, rivalry turns to nostalgia in remembrance of the bittersweet journey.