When we got home, he dropped his trombone in the foyer and went straight to his room and stripped off his uniform. (Even now, it lies in a heap on the floor.) And then he made a near-naked dash for the kitchen in search of something to drink.
I'm going to have a Gatorade, he said with a tone of desperation in his voice.
It was hot today. And even as afternoon made way to evening and the sun sunk toward the hill that overlooks the football field, the sidewalks and the pavement and the concrete of the stadium threw the heat of the day back at you.
We were hot, but we had a quart and a half of water each, and we sat at the top where there was some breeze to be had. So I can't imagine how hot they must have been -- facing the sun as it descended, the brass section standing for most of the first half, and then the whole band playing and cheering and shouting the second half. I think they got one small water bottle or two the whole game.
So when we got home, he stripped down to almost nothing and made a dash for the fridge. And then he made a dash for a cool wash cloth. And then he plopped into bed.
Hmm... What a good idea!
Austin vs. Schertz game night
House Field, Austin, TX
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