Jesse was looking forward to the game. He’d never been to a collegiate football game. Manhattanites just didn’t do that sort of thing. What were they going to watch? Columbia? Fordham? He usually rooted for UConn and Rutgers, of late both contenders for the Big East championship, and watched their games on television when he could. So he was looking forward to the pageantry that went along with the game, the sort of thing that didn’t get on the television broadcasts. Ray was amused that Jesse wanted to get there in time to see the pregame activities. He’d even gone to the bookstore and bought a black sweatshirt with the gold Cougar-head logo on the front. He’d offered to buy one for Ray, who had adamantly refused, reminding Jesse that he’d graduated from the nearby University of Toledo.
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