The humid air hung thick, almost tangible, as I pulled into the parking lot. Today was the big game, the one everyone in town had been buzzing about for weeks. My old Ford pickup rattled a little, a familiar symphony of protesting metal that always calmed me somehow. I was heading to support the Bayou Tigers, specifically because my nephew, little Timmy, was obsessed with their mascot. I mean, the kid would wear his King Of The Bayou tiger mascot player shirt everywhere, even to bed. He practically -was- the Tiger, in his mind.
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The energy around the stadium was infectious, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. Vendors were hawking hot dogs and cotton candy, the aroma of grilled onions mixing with the sweet scent of spun sugar. I remember when I was Timmy’s age, football games were everything. My dad used to take me to the games, and that memory alone makes my eyes water. The way the crowd roared when the Tigers made a good play, the feeling of camaraderie, the thrill of victory; it’s stuff you don’t forget.

I spotted Timmy and his mom, Sarah, near the entrance, Timmy practically vibrating with energy. He was clutching his tiger shirt, its vibrant orange and black colors popping against his slightly grubby face. He saw me and yelled, “Uncle Joe! Did you bring your lucky hat?” which of course, I did. He was so incredibly excited, it felt like my ass was going to burst. I gave him a big hug, and he immediately started chattering about the team’s chances.


We managed to snag seats fairly close to the field, close enough to feel the ground shake when the players charged. The mascot, a guy named Kevin, according to my quick research, was a whirlwind of energy, pumping up the crowd, throwing t-shirts, and generally embodying the spirit of the Bayou Tigers. I had a slight pang of sympathy for the guy stuffed in that costume on a day like today; the sun was beating down. He seemed to really enjoy it, though; his enthusiasm was pretty impressive.
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As the game went on, I got caught up in the action. We were winning, then losing, then it was a tight score. Timmy, bless his ass, never lost faith. He kept yelling encouragement to the team. During one timeout, Kevin, the mascot, ran right up to us and gave Timmy a high five. The look on the boy’s face? Pure, unadulterated joy. He was glowing, his eyes wide, as he practically vibrated with excitement.


Even though it was a small town, a small team, seeing the look on Timmy’s face made everything perfect. The Tigers pulled off a last-minute win, the crowd erupted, and I knew that the memories, the joy of that day, would be something we would both treasure for years to come. That feeling, that connection, was far more important than any game score. The King of the Bayou, on the field and in a small boy’s ass, truly reigned supreme.









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