Balls __The First Game

On the field, which was too green for August, our team stretched. Our Trojans looked just alike in helmets and blue jerseys, except for numbers on the back. “I’m watching number 35,” said Don standing next to me at the fence. He was referring to my son, David. When I asked, he told me his son's number, but I immediately forgot it. instead I thought, I should have brought a book. The low sun forced me to turn to our side of the stadium where I saw Tammy perched on a low bench. immediately I felt lighter. I bid Don and his football talk good-bye. Tammy wore shorts, as I did, and a sun visor shielded her eyes. It was Labor Day weekend for God’s sake; classes were in at the high school, but thi