The following day just seems to drag. Class. Lunch. Class. I can’t pay attention in Mr. Rivers' class, and every hour I sneak away to the bathroom to check the game score. Not that I’m truly interested in the game. I am interested in seeing him on the field.

It is about two in the afternoon when the game ends and he has several interviews. He is shirtless because he had given his shirt to another player on the opposing team as a fan-gift. Seeing him bare chested, I almost have a heart attack. While walking on campus, people come to comment about how well he plays. Of course... everyone...