Snow began to fall more than hour before kickoff, and by the time the Indians and Pioneers lined up for pregame introductions the field was well covered with white fluff. A group of sportswriters including myself, Shawn Rine of The Intelligencer, Chris Johnson and Greg Carey of The Exponent-Telegram, Kristin Kurelic from the Dominion Post and Rick Kozlowski of The Journal opted to stay out of the press box and walk the Bridgeport sideline, and it was like a scene out of "A Charlie Brown Christmas."
Looking across the stadium that night as the snow continued to fall I could almost hear that tune: "Christmas time is here. Happiness and cheer. Fun for all that children call their favorite time of year."
We were like a group of kids on the playground while on Christmas vacation, just watching a great football game unfold as we played in the snow. Nothing can be more therapeutic for the sports fan's soul, especially for those of us - all except for Carey - who had been cooped up in the All-State football meeting from 8 a.m.-4 p.m. earlier that day.
It had the effect on us as if we had just gone through the last day of school before break. I nearly knocked Rine into a pile of snow twice because I was paying more attention to the game than where I was walking. By halftime, there was nearly an inch of snow on the bill of my Boston Red Sox cap. At halftime, we went to the media trailer, ate homemade chili, then returned out to play for a few more hours before duty called us to our chores.
Since then, some have bemoaned Friday's playing conditions as having a negative effect on the game. I could not disagree more. It was exactly how we, as fans, grow up imagining championship football being played.
It was fantasy becoming reality, and isn't that what championship sports are to begin with? In no small part because of the weather, the Super Six provided the perfect coda to the 2013 prep football season.
Contact Preps Editor Derek Taylor at derek.tay...@dailymail.com or 304-348-5170. Follow him on Twitter @ItsreallyDT.