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when he came off the field hyped up after he sacked the quarterback, he then noticed me.  He took his helmet off and rolled his eyes at me.  When he threw it on the ground, the coach ran up to him.  The coach said something to him, and whatever it was, it seemed to calm Desmon down. 
                I continued to watch Desmon play, observing many things about him.  He was a hell of a defensive tackle, and basically, played better than anyone on the team. Not only that, but he was a leader.  He was a sophomore who played on varsity and the other players listened to him. When they made bad plays, he’d be sure to let them know about it.  His haters were definitely here too, as I listened to them talk their shit and make remarks about him.  And as for the young ladies, he could certainly have his choice.  His name was screamed out loudly, and many made their way close to him to say hello.  His assumed girlfriend had to be the cheerleader who he couldn’t keep his eyes off of, and her the same.  They smiled at each other during the game, and when he made a good play, the other cheerleaders would look in her direction.  The picture of her in his room pretty much confirmed my assumption.  If it wasn’t her, then it was definitely the one in the bleachers who wore his jersey.  Both were pretty decent: brown skinned, neatly layered short hair, groomed well, yet a bit ghetto.  The main differences were height and figure.  The cheerleader was tall and slender, whereas the other young lady was shorter and a bit on the thick side. 
                During half time, I managed to snatch a seat on the bleachers.  Even with the black wife-beater I wore, the sun cooked my body even more and my forehead sweated. I wiped it and took a few more puffs from the cigarette I’d gotten earlier.  I wanted a joint, but I definitely had to wait until I got home for that.  I put the cigarette out with my tennis shoe, and was surprised when I looked up and saw Anna standing next to me.
                “Do you mind if I sit?” she asked.
                I shook my head and leaned back on my elbows.  Anna took a seat next to me.  She had on number 23’s jersey, and wore a pair of tight blue jean shorts.  Her hair was in a bouncing ponytail and she had two bottled waters in her hand.
                “Here,” she said, reaching over to give it to me.
                “Thanks.”
                I opened the bottle, took a few sips and sat it next to me. “So, I guess you got a son who plays football, huh?”
                “No, I have a nephew that plays.  He’s like my son, though.  I’ve been his guardian for many years.”
                “Number twenty-three, right?”
                She nodded. “Yep.  How about you?  Why are you here?  It’s funny I’ve seen you two times in one day and I’ve never seen you before.”
                “That’s because I’m following you.” Her smile faded. “I’m just kidding.  I’m here because a friend of mine asked me to come.  His son plays for the other team.”
                “Oh, I see.  Then, maybe you should go on the other side to look for him.”
                “There’s no where to sit.  I’m fine right where I’m at.”
                Anna was quiet.  And when the game started again, Desmon got another Quarterback sack. The crowd went crazy.  I silently kept my happy emotions to myself.  I noticed him walking back to the bench, looking where I stood before.  He continued to look throughout the game, and when it was over, the final score was 41 to 7, with Desmon being on the winning team. I thanked Anna for the water and stood up to leave.
                “Kiley, before you go, maybe I can…”
                A voice interrupted. “Excuse me, but don’t I know you from