Ok, so we play the pre-game show, then slowly make our way into the bleachers to watch the game. I slip through the crowd and find my usual seat. All the way on the edge and up against the fence, so I can look out over the crowd by the food stand from 30 feet up, but this year, my eyes are on the band members fileing in. There they are, my 2 freshmen, carring tenor saxes like myself. They spot me and make there way up to our section. I’d like to think her unnecessarily quick leaps up the bleachers were because she wanted to sit by me instead of lettign the spot go to the other tenor, but she was in track, an ex-cheer leader, and the other tenor must weigh over 230, but as she plops down next to me on a cold friday night, I like to pretend she beat him to the spot on purpose. Ah, it could never work, she’s a freshman, I’m a sophmore. She’s in my rank! If we ever broke up, I’d have to sit akwardly next to her beautiful figure for the next 3 years!

Hmmm… This always seems the case…