It was Homecoming week at the new school this week. The traditional time celebrating the sports (football, in this case) team's opportunity to play at their home turf after a time of "away" games. The players are once again surrounded by their own family and friends. The cheerleaders and pep band lead the students and fans in songs and cheers of support. The players are on the field they are most comfortable with. They are safe here; they are home. The week of events started with a banquet and ended with a "Tailgate Party," complete with a chili cook-off, a corn hole tournament, face-painting, and, of course, a football game. After the crock-pots had been cleared and the cinnamon roll frosting licked off fingers, we packed in the bleachers with the other fans of the sport that resembles teenage bull-fighting. As we cheered and groaned and celebrated over the plays, a conversation starts with the mom in front of us - she whose son shares a locker with ours. The ...
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