I learned the Football Moms are the greatest organization in the entire world; Matt Jones, despite being on a hunting trip, gets blamed for about everything that happens; and that two guys with girls names can form a bond quickly. Don’t ask. I won’t elaborate.

And then there was Logan, the only non-adult and probably the most mature individual in our group. The problem is I’m not sure what his real last name is. There were multiple names used during the trip. I just assume he belongs to somebody in the van.

I was also reminded of the value of true friendship. My wife and I are fortunate to have five couples that are near and dear to us. They are more like family than friends. As I watched this group talk, laugh and share smiles and cheers, along with hugs and tears, it was easy for me to recall special trips we’ve taken and special moments we’ve shared with our friends through the years.

It was fun to hear them recap so many plays and moments of that day’s big victory. They were deservedly proud of their sons and all the boys on the team. They spoke highly of Coach Hefner and how the community supports the team.

Some had boys that have played on previous Hearts teams, so there was also a little reminiscing about past successes – without too much embellishing.

There was another first for me. I stopped at the same fast food restaurant, both going and coming from the game. The first time was actually for food because we were hungry. The second was more of an emergency bathroom stop after the driver received multiple threats from those in the back of the van.

I appreciate the fact they let me ride shotgun and serve as the navigator, even though I had never been to Fairbury and had no clue how to get there. They were great about being welcoming and including me in the conversations.

I do think they became a little worried, however, when they discovered I just might put this experience into an article. I didn’t start the trip thinking about a story. But sometimes, material just presents itself. I decided I just couldn’t keep everything I learned from them to myself.

More than once, I heard "Hey, Steve. Are you really going to write about this?" That came from the Marty Higgins sound-alike in the back seat.

Yes "Marty" I really am. It was an enlightening experience.

Or as I like to say – It was a hoot.

I know I’m not getting any younger. The number of candles on my birthday cake creates quite a glow. But no matter how old I get, I will always welcome the opportunity to make new friends and new memories.

On Saturday, I was able to do both.

And should the opportunity arise again, I would relish the chance to ride with these folks to another game.

But know one thing.

I will never do a two-cheek salute!