Looking Up That Football Schedule
So my neighbor asked me when St Xavier home games are this season cause his kid wants to go. I figured hey, should be easy to find online right? Spoiler: it wasn’t.
First thing I did was grab my phone during breakfast. Opened Google and typed “St Xavier High School football schedule”. Got like twenty results but most were news articles about last year’s championship. Useless. Saw their official school website link at the top – clicked that faster than a linebacker blitz.
Big mistake. Their website’s got more sections than a Home Depot. Clicked “Academics” by accident first. Then found “Athletics” buried under three dropdown menus. The football page showed team photos and coach bios… still no damn schedule. Saw a tiny “Calendar” link in the corner – thought that was it. Turned out to be prom dates and teacher conferences. Like come on!
Now I’m annoyed. Drove to school around lunchtime thinking someone in the office could just tell me. Lady at the desk said “Oh honey that’s all online now” and handed me a flyer about digital citizenship. Made me wanna scream. Should’ve brought coffee.
Got home and tried Facebook. Searched “St Xavier Athletics” and found their page. Scrolled through months of volleyball pics and golf team fundraisers. Finally found a post from July saying “Full schedule coming soon!” with 200 excited comments. One guy asked about home games – crickets.
Then I remembered Bob from booster club drinks at Tony’s Barbershop Saturdays. Walked over yesterday morning and sure enough he’s there buzzing someone’s head. He pulls out his phone sticky with hair gel, scrolls through emails and goes “Here kid” – turns out coaches email PDF schedules to parents weekly. Bob forwarded it to me.
Opened it up: Home games are Sep 13 vs Bishop Central, Oct 4 for alumni night, Oct 18 homecoming, and Nov 1 senior night. Finally! Printed twenty copies and taped them around the neighborhood. Took me four days when it should’ve taken four minutes.
Moral of the story? Sometimes you gotta skip the internet and go old school. Or bribe Bob with whiskey.