Green streaks

        My high school mascot was the Blue Streaks. Thankfully I only had to witness scrawny high school boys painted blue and running naked across the football field a couple times. Okay, it was hilarious. The streaking and the skinny, limp nakedness.  If you can't laugh at yourself then it is painful to endure taunting from high schoolers with not-so-lame mascots and ugly colors. "That's so lame. Are you like the blue smurfs or something? Heehee!"  Well, uh, at least I look good in blue.  "What?!"   I would only prove their point on the lame factor scale by admitting anything, especially something as inconsequential as the color.
         If the consequence of streaking gets raised to the do-it-and-you're-expelled level, what else is there to do to honor the ridiculousness of the mascot and laugh at ourselves?  Nothing. Over the years I spent there, no one came up with anything better. I can't even think of anyone even trying.  Our floats and decorations always contained lightning bolts and Woodstock (the famous Schultz Peanuts character) was the bird on the scene in place of a naked, skinny boy.  Did I mention that Woodstock  was the name of the town and the high school?  Woodstock blue streaks.  Am I imagining that I regularly witnessed a giant yellow bird brandishing a blue lightning bolt at home games or is that just the likely generic image anyone would get?
      This post is a streak. A brown streak!  I didn't even intend to dive back into the pit of my high school years.  I was thinking that I would pontificate about hair dyeing and my favorite color and the environmental impacts, but that might actually be more depressing than remembering the pubescent males of my past. So for now, just enjoy the picture.