….StanFoot will be my constant.
If you don’t recognize this modified quote then you probably never watched LOST. If you did, then you know this was one of the best episodes of the series where a time-skipping Desmond can’t find his place in space-time and begins to die. He needs an anchor, something to tell his brain what his location is in the universe. He had to find a constant. A point in space-time that he could always find when he loses his bearings.
There are so few things you can truly rely on in this world anymore. You never know if your favorite store will close, what small patch of woods will become a strip mall, which person will fade from your life….all uncertainties that leave a person’s brain skipping around looking for a firm grasp.
But in this world of uncertainties myself and small group of men have a constant, something that is as reliable as the rising sun and the incoming tide. Every Friday after Thanksgiving at noon at Stanly School in Swampscott, Massachusetts this group of men meet to play a game of tackle football…..StanFoot. Yes we are older (in our thirties), rounder, married, some are fathers, but we refuse to let it go, refuse to stop a 16 year tradition, we will not make it two-hand tag, we will not wear flags. Sure the tackles are a little softer, sure some of us opt for out of bounds, but we go out there and play.
I probably only see some of these guys once a year on this day. But I have no doubt that those core group of individuals will be there. A constant in an inconsistent world this small football game is more than just a group of guys playing football, it is a point in space-time where there is a constant, where no matter how far you travel, how off course you go, you can navigate your way back to this point and find something wonderfully familiar and get your bearings. Some people travel from California, some travel from around the corner, some have kids in tow, and a million things to do, but they are there, because there is an air of importance about keeping this tradition alive. I appreciate every one of these people who put aside a few hours of their lives to make sure this point in space-time never gets erased….
….to the loyal people of StanFoot, I leave you with the brilliant words of Desmond whenever he parted ways…… “See you in another life brother”……
*Unfortunately pictorial record begins in 2003 and all pictures were borrowed from Matt Drinon