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When I tell east-siders I’m from the west side, the most common response I hear is, “I always get lost over there.” They recall an ill-fated trip to a body shop or to S&S Western Bowl, mention an aunt’s house they can never seem to find, or bluntly state that they avoid this side of town and its Silly String layout whenever possible.
It’s not quite 11 o’clock on the first Sunday morning in September, a time when the spidery streets around Elder High School are usually quiet. The only sound you should hear at this hour are the bells at St. William on West Eighth Street and St. Lawrence on Warsaw Avenue calling Price Hill’s faithful to mass. But today is not at all usual, and the streets are not remotely quiet, because this Sunday the mighty Elder Panthers will clash with their all-city rivals, the Colerain Cardinals, at noon. That makes this a high holy day of sorts for the disciples of the purple and white, who have already squeezed into the parking lots and are spilling across the sidewalks around the school’s legendary stadium, known with equal measures of reverence and scornful pride as The Pit.