Chapter 11: Tiffany, Part 1

There's nothing like the smells in the stadium. The hot dogs and chalupas and nachos. The vinyl on a brand new jersey. The fresh cut grass. It's where I feel most comfortable. It reminds me of my childhood, my high school years, my college years. It gives me a feeling of nostalgia and joy. I love it.

I wave off the person handing out noise makers when she tries to give me one. I love the concept, but I never use them. When I watch a soccer game, my eyes never leave the field. I become almost mesmerized. So there's no reason to waste the plastic.

I make my way down the stadium steps, heading toward my normal section. The Mutiny players are all allowed to give out two tickets per game. Sometimes more if they have special permission. Except for family which sits in the team box, the tickets are right here. In section one hundred. Center field. Right on the field. Best seats in the house.

Considering how many of the players I party with, I'm usually able to get my hands on a ticket. I've b