The stadium was beginning to fill up with people. A collective sense of excitement could be felt throughout the bleachers. On one side, several of the school's alumni – former football players themselves – were men being men, screaming and hollering, rooting for their team. The cheerleaders were doing what they did best and pulling off a brand new and rather impressive routine. On the bleachers above us, more than a dozen or so conversations were being exchanged – one of which was Lyle and Amelia's as they gushed over how wonderful it was that Ben was once again back in the game.
Ben was the only reason I was there. I never was a fan of the game and didn't really take the time to understand it. For the most part, I only understood what was going on during games because of the very helpful information the scoreboard provided.
