Noah

The stadium lights always looked different on Friday nights.

Brighter.

Sharper.

Like the whole town suddenly revolved around this one patch of grass.

Tonight felt even bigger than usual.

Maybe because it was the last home game of the season.

Maybe because everyone knew it.

The stands were packed, the marching band blasting music that echoed through the cold air, students bundled in jackets and blankets while still somehow yelling like it was mid-September instead of ...