There is something sublime about the color red, both in life and in sport.
To me, it imbues a sense of richness and is connected to the concept of raw power. It gives one a sense of rapturous fire in a world of pastels and grays. In fact, it is no secret that, in the history of some cultures, red symbolizes bravery — and in the meditative practices of Buddhist tradition, the color aids one by helping avoid the delusion of attachment — via the power of discernment.
With this in mind, I have to tell you that upon arriving in Moab, just less than two weeks ago, I saw the deepest and darkest and brightest and most vivid palette of reds ever witnessed, I believe, by my human eyes.
And then I saw Jeff Meador Memorial Field. I stood there, on the 50-yard line and wondered to myself about the rise and fall of nations, of war and peace and of football, and all of this under a ruddy mountain and a darkening blue sky.
It was almost too much to take in.
As a very active and rambunctious sports writer, in a previous life, I have had the opportunity to cover football in a variety of locales all across Utah; From the sun-parched deserts of Vernal and Roosevelt to the farm country of Manti and Ephraim (with forested mountains looming), to the urban environment of Salt Lake City.
Until last Friday night, under those massive and bright lights, and with the smell of mustard-drenched hot dogs, locker-room sweat, fresh-cut grass and Ben Gay looming large in my senses, I discovered I had no idea what football in rural Utah meant.
This town and this county is the land of the Red Devils and, Lord-willing, we’re going to get this beautiful place out in the country a championship trophy in football (like I said, if the Lord is willing and Mill Creek doesn’t rise).
That golden trophy may or may not come this year. Championships depend on a lot of variables that can’t be predicted by coaches, parents, fellow players or this writer. All one must do, however, to be champion, is win.
And that is exactly what the Red Devils did on Friday as they snuffed out the offense of the Buckaroos in their 39-6 win.
It was nice to see the hometown crowd come out and support the team as well. I’ve been to schools across the state where the bleachers are not filled the way you did last week. It was heartening to see from the standpoint of a football fan, though I am sure that it only served to increase the passion of the players as they marched down the field in each direction.
If the Red Devils keep playing like this, and get better every week, I really do believe we can vie for that 2A state championship.
Go Big Red.