Game Night

Yup, that’s me! Friday night. The stands are packed, what else is there to do in this small town? We enter the locker room, familiar brown lockers and chipped green painted benches and concrete floor and the stench of rancid sweat from our equipment permeating the air. But we have clean jerseys and newly laundered pants to make up for the sour smell of all our gear. Someone puts a tape in the…