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Demi

“Morning, Demi!” Gary, one of the stadium custodians, calls out with an easy sht and early this , I see”

My heart jackhae frorin “Always!”

“You have a good one! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Since I’ve already moved past him, I holler over my shoulder, “Same place, same time!”

Even with The Killers puh my earbuds, I almost hear the deep chuckle that slides fros are a ritual three years in the h the wide corridor that leads to the stadium football field since I stepped foot on caraduate in the spring Five days a week, I’ ho off to class

At this time of the day, the stadiu the hallways There’s soame days when there are thirty thousand fans packed shoulder to shoulder, rooting on the Western Wildcats football teae is an aion at Western Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for the women’s soccer team We’re lucky if there are a couple of hundred spectators in the stands

I’ve come to terms with it

Sort of

I keep ht at the end of the tunnel and push ht sunlight pours down onover the bare skin of ust, and suh the silence of the stadiuaze slices to the field Nick Richards has been head coach of the Wildcats for the last decade He also happens to be my father

Two days a week, the guys are up at six in thebeliever in flexibility Even though I’ two-hundred-and-eighty-pound linebackers contort their bodies into Doard-Facing Dog, the Warrior II Pose, and the Cobra is enough to bring a chuckle to ru attention Little do they know that he sees and hears everything