Ladies and gentlemen, buckle your chinstraps and hide your Chick-fil-A biscuits…
because the Monroe Redhawks are flapping their way into Belmont, and the South Point Red Raiders are ready to introduce them to a little something we call the Third-Round Reality Check.
Monroe Redhawks: “We’re undefeated in conference! We got speed! We got swagger!”
South Point: “That’s adorable. We run the REDBONE... where the football disappears like it owes us money.
You ever seen a defense get more confused than a possum in a Walmart parking lot?
That’s what South Point’s about to do to Monroe’s linebackers. They’ll be pointing one way, the ball is going the other way, and by the time they figure it out…
Touchdown Raiders.
Monroe might come in chirping, but we all know:
Redhawks talk…
Red Raiders hit.
Sure, Monroe has athletes ....but SP has a stadium full of Belmont folks who treat playoff football like a national holiday. You think they’re driving back to Union County with smiles? Nah. They’re gonna be Googling:
“Why does every South Point kid look like they were born running power toss?”
Answer: Day one. Birth certificate comes with a blocking assignment.
Let’s be honest though respect to Monroe. They’re not rolling in just to be anybody’s homecoming date. This is gonna be a straight-up scrap. Two teams swinging. No backing down. Whoever wins?
They’ll have earned it.
But…
South Point didn’t build a football tradition just to rent it out in November.
Prediction:
Redhawks chirp early.
Red Raiders grind late.
Final whistle blows, and…
Monroe goes home.
Belmont keeps partying.
Roll Raiders.

See y’all Friday night.
because the Monroe Redhawks are flapping their way into Belmont, and the South Point Red Raiders are ready to introduce them to a little something we call the Third-Round Reality Check.
Monroe Redhawks: “We’re undefeated in conference! We got speed! We got swagger!”
South Point: “That’s adorable. We run the REDBONE... where the football disappears like it owes us money.
You ever seen a defense get more confused than a possum in a Walmart parking lot?
That’s what South Point’s about to do to Monroe’s linebackers. They’ll be pointing one way, the ball is going the other way, and by the time they figure it out…
Touchdown Raiders.
Monroe might come in chirping, but we all know:
Redhawks talk…
Red Raiders hit.
Sure, Monroe has athletes ....but SP has a stadium full of Belmont folks who treat playoff football like a national holiday. You think they’re driving back to Union County with smiles? Nah. They’re gonna be Googling:
“Why does every South Point kid look like they were born running power toss?”
Answer: Day one. Birth certificate comes with a blocking assignment.
Let’s be honest though respect to Monroe. They’re not rolling in just to be anybody’s homecoming date. This is gonna be a straight-up scrap. Two teams swinging. No backing down. Whoever wins?
They’ll have earned it.
But…
South Point didn’t build a football tradition just to rent it out in November.
Prediction:
Redhawks chirp early.
Red Raiders grind late.
Final whistle blows, and…
Monroe goes home.
Belmont keeps partying.
Roll Raiders.
See y’all Friday night.