It is a cool, autumn evening in late September. Even the air seems charged with excitement. In just a few minutes the first big game of the football season will begin. The empty bleachers are slowly filling with exhilarated teens and a few daring parents. "Halloos" can be heard, along with shrill screams as certain people locate long lost buddies.

As you settle down among the milling mass, someone jabs you, and, in landing where your feet should be, blanket and jacket disappear from view below the bleachers. Of course, no one else is gallant enough to want to climb below, so, down you slide as someone else's foot collides with your head.

Reappearing with coat and blanket, you find that the band has come onto the field. Just as you crane your neck to get a better view a nice big bag of confetti lands on your head and manages to slither very coldly and uncomfortably down your back!

Everyone stands and cheers as the team runs onto the field. The warm‑ups are soon over and the announcer, speaking unintelligibly, announces who is playing what position on each team. Then, as the teams line up, everyone stands again. There is dead silence as the thud of boot connecting with ball is heard. At last, the game is on!