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she
drew closer to the stadium, the roar of the crowd almost pushed her back. The Aggie
fans were screaming, “Left, right, left, right.”
    Kazlyn
peeked through an opening and saw one of the red-jerseyed Utah Utes walking to
his bench, obviously he’d just fouled out. He paused for a second and the crowd
paused with him. He resumed his steps and the, “Left, right,” started again. As
soon as he reached his seat, they all screamed in unison, “Sit down!”
    The
player shook his head, but sat down. Kazlyn laughed. The students were organized,
she’d give them that. She scanned across the standing, pulsating student
section for a seat, but couldn’t see a break in the bodies and really didn’t
want to push her way through. Looking at the section below filled with families
and older couples, she saw a few open seats down by one of the portals to the
locker rooms. She picked her way down the stairs, settled into an open seat,
and focused on the game.
    Ty’s
tall form was close to the three-point line. USU’s guard had barely crossed
half-court before he drilled the ball at Ty. Dribbling straight in, Ty dodged
two defenders, leaped, and dunked the ball. Kazlyn jumped to her feet to cheer
with the rest of the crowd.
    The
students erupted together and drew out his name, “Tyyyy-reeese.” Kazlyn got the
feeling they did that cheer a lot. A couple of teenage girls sat behind Kazlyn.
They giggled and she heard the one say, “Ty is so hot. I love him!”
    She,
and probably most of the other females in the crowd, had a hard time looking at
anyone except Ty. One other player stood out, a huge redhead. He looked like a
farm boy who could’ve been from Snow Valley. When the announcer said, “And
Jamison Hall grabs another rebound,” Kazlyn did a double-take. Jamison had been
a few years older than her, but he was from her hometown. Crazy. She remembered
the big fuss in Snow Valley about him being good at basketball, but she didn’t
realize he was this good.
    Jamison
gave Ty an assist and the crowd went crazy with their Ty-rese cheer again.
Kazlyn was amazed at the way Ty moved. She’d watched a lot of basketball with
both of her brothers playing for their high school team, but Ty was better than
anyone she’d seen. His hands just seemed to know where the ball was going to be
as he pulled in rebounds or was in just the right spot for someone to pass it
in and score. She’d noticed how big he was, but in just a jersey and shorts she
couldn’t help but look at his nicely-defined shoulders, arms, and calves. He
definitely didn’t have giraffe-legs and she could understand why the girls
behind her kept talking about him.
    With
only a minute left in the game, one of the students yelled out the score of
each team, the other students repeated it as one, then they pointed from the
Aggies to the Utes, and in a deafening roar screamed, “Winning team, losing
team.”
    “That’s
just mean,” Kazlyn muttered.
    The
game finished with the Aggies winning 86-78. Kazlyn joined with everyone in
cheering. The team ran down the tunnel she was sitting next to, slapping the
hands of the children hanging over the edge. Ty jogged at the back of the pack.
She wished she could get his attention, but was too embarrassed to hang over
the tunnel. The girls behind Kazlyn screamed, “Ty!” He looked in their
direction, but instead of seeing them, he focused on her.
    “Natalya!”
He grinned, holding his large palm up.
    She
leaned over and grabbed it. “Great game.”
    “Thanks.”
His coaches were behind him and obviously waiting. “Will you wait for me?”
    She
shook her head. “I can’t.”
    He
nodded, his dark eyes dimming. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    As
Ty followed his teammates out of sight, one of the coaches eyed her strangely.
Kazlyn forced a smile at the guy.
    “What
is wrong with you?” One of the girls behind her demanded.
    Kazlyn
whirled to face her. “Are you talking to me?”
    “You
bet I am.” The cute