"Mike Eruzione." I murmured, taking in the photo. He wasn't very photogenic, that was obvious. Born October 25, 1960 in Winthrop, Massachusetts. He went to Boston University, and was giving up his sophomore year of college for the team. I sighed and glanced at my Betty Boop clock on the corner of my desk. For the past twenty minutes I had been on overtime, score. I grabbed my sweater, the test, and Mike's report, and hurried to my car.

I drove slowly past the boys' dorms at the college, checking the names on the imposing concrete signs. Finally I found the one I was looking for and turned into the parking lot. I hurried up the stairs and ran right into Mike.

"We've gotta stop meeting like this." He said, helping me up.

"Oh, um, you dropped this," I said awkwardly, holding out his test. "Last time we ran into each other."

Mike's eyes lit up in understanding. "Oh yeah! That's where I lost it. Well, I uh, grabbed Rammer's- Mike Ramsey- so I guess you should be giving it to him."

I blew a stray hair out of my face. "Fine. Do you know where I can find him?"

"Uh yeah. He's at Nallen's, that bar on 22nd."

It was the popular place for college singles to hang out and hook up I knew where it was. "Okay, I was planning on stopping by later anyway."

"Well, I guess I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see ya 'round." I said softly, heading back down the stairs.

"Wait!" I turned quickly. "I'm Mike. Mike Eruzione."

I nodded. "I figured that out. Had to track you down and all."

"Well now you know my name and I still don't know yours."

I grinned. "Samantha Carling."

Nallen's bar was crowded as usual, there was a few tables crawling with hockey players that I had seen earlier that day. I scanned the crowd for a Mike Ramsey match. I found him in the corner, talking quietly with a few other guys. The group was hunched over their tests like a bunch of little old ladies. I marched over to the table and cleared my throat. "Is one of you Mike Ramsey?" I asked

"That's me." He spoke up, the only one without a test.

"I've got your test here." I said shyly, holding it out for him. "Mike said to give it to you."

"Rizzo! I knew he took it!" Mike laughed and grabbed the test out of my hand. "Thanks for bringing it down here. You didn't have too"

"No problem." I said smiling. I liked Mike (Now called Rammer). He seemed genuine, something I hadn't come across in a while. "Well I better go, I've got dishes to do at home."

"You can join us, if you want." A blond guy who sat across the table from me kicked out the chair, offering-in a less than genteel manner- for me to stay.

I glanced from face to face. "Sure, I'd like that." I took a seat in the chair the blond guy set out for me. "I'm Samantha Carling, by the way."

"I'm Phil Verchota." The blond guy said, " This is Rob McClanahan, Steve Christoff, Bill Baker, Eric Stobel, Steve Janaszack, Neal Broten."

"Nice to meet you." I said nodding.

So now she's met the boys! Sorry for the delay, all my lazy butt's fault I swear.