In retrospect, I guess I was the one who was the odd one in this conversation, but at the time, the woman's comment hit me as strange.
Here we were, two dozen adult volunteers, spending our free time planning for the upcoming season's football games.
We were meeting because we were the parent and community volunteers that make up the high school athletic boosters.
Our mission - to raise money to support the athletic programs at South Charleston High School.
"I don't ever go to the football games," the volunteer, a soccer mom, said.
"WHAT?" I wondered aloud? "You don't go to football games?" I was incredulous. "What do you do on Friday nights? Why would anyone do anything on Friday evenings during fall other than go to their favorite high school's football games?"
Of course, I knew that not everyone attended high school football games.
On big games when my beloved Black Eagles drew a capacity crowd at old Oakes Field, there were no more than 5,000 or so fans there.
With a population in South Charleston of 13,000 and 8,000 in Dunbar, the two communities that feed students to SCHS, surely everyone couldn't have been there.
But still, Friday night football has been such a major part of my life - for nearly all of my life - that it is strange to consider doing anything else.
Sure, there were years when I didn't go to high school football games, but that was pretty much only when I was a student at Marshall University.
At that time, besides my studies and my young family, I was devoting my cheering energies to a long-struggling Thundering Herd football team.
I realized how bad I had the bug last football season, when my job kept me in Morgantown late into the afternoon on a Friday when my Black Eagles were scheduled to play at Spring Valley, an hour west of South Charleston.
"If I hurry," I told myself, "I can be there by midway through the first quarter."
But no, I decided I don't have to go to every away game. So I got home and leisurely walked the dog, then searched for an audio broadcast.