"And it's a touchdown, Wolverines! Michigan takes the lead as they go into halftime!"

"Yes!" Colin shouted as the stadium erupted in cheers. He had been surprised by Mr and Mrs Loud with 3 tickets to the big game after his head was shaved, mostly as an "I'm so sorry for your loss" gift. None the less, he was wholeheartedly enjoying the expierience.

Although growing up in San Diego, Colin had never actually been to a Chargers game. He only knew of them through the sports section of the local newspaper that the cornerstore sold, and even then he could only name one player, that being the late great Ladanian Tomlinson.

"You having fun yet, Lori?" He asked his sister, who had been forced into coming due to her being the only one able to drive him to Ann Arbor.

"Like, not at all. I think Bobby and Lynn are enjoying it, though."

Yes, along with Lori, Colin was forced into taking Bobby and his younger sister Lynn with them to the game. Bobby, only because Lori wouldn't go without him, and Lynn, who wouldn't let Colin sleep at night until he agreed to take her.

-FLASHBACK-

"Please, please, please, PLEASE take me to the game!" Lynn said outside of the basement door, where Colin slept.

"Lynn, it's 4 in the morning! And besides, you don't even have a ticket!"

"Dude, have you never heard of "Ticket Exchange?" Real easy to use, and all you need is Mom or Dads debit card number. So tickets won't be a problem, and so all I need is a ride! And that's you!"

"Even if I CONSIDERED taking you to the game, what makes me think you won't be a nuisance?"

"Colin, if you won't take me to this game, I will sit outside your door and say the "please" over and over again until you do!"

"Go ahead! I don't plan on coming out anytime soon, anyway!"

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

2 hours later...

"Please."

"No!"

"Please."

"FINE! YOU CAN GO!" He finally shouted, having enough of hearing Lynns voice.

"Thank god! I was getting a little worried there, dude! Thanks!"

"Thank yourself, brat..." he mumbled under his breath as she walked away.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

Colins thoughts were suddenly interuppted by something hitting him in the face. Looking down, he saw a football, probably an errant throw by a player on the team. He picked it up in a way that it would be hidden from the others. If Colin wanted anything, it wasn't for his sisters to know about his cool new souvenir.

He suddenly thought of something. "If I could get down by the field, I could get a player to sign it! Yeah!" Colin was barren of any cash, like usual, so he figured that he could give it to Lynn as a Christmas present.

"hey, I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back by the third quarter," he lied, standing up and walking up the stadium steps.

When no one was looking, however, he bolted down the stairs, reaching the bottom just as the rest of the team came out of the tunnel. Luckily, he had found a marker in the car that morning, so he pulled it out of his pocket.

"And here comes Michigans starting QB, ANTON MCCORMICK!" the announcer said as a tall, lanky football player came running out of the tunnel to meet the fans. Colin frantically waved his arms to get his attention, and after succeeding, had him sign the ball.

"Have it say, "to my biggest fan, Lynn!" Colin said, not wanting her to be dissapointed.

"OK, kid, but I have to be there in 30 seconds. Give me the marker."

After getting the signature, he looked down at the ball. But he noticed something odd about the message on it.

"Oh, no! This says TIM, not Lynn! And he freaking spelled his own name wrong!"

Colin tried to get the quarterbacks attention again, but he was busy shaking the other fans hands and signing jerseys to notice. He quickly wiped the signature off the ball as he went down the row to get it signed again.

"God damn it! He's too far away!" He thought to himself. "What am I supposed to do now?! Well, I could always forge the sig-"

At that moment, a large fan ran into Colin, sending him over the side of the railing. He tried to hold on, but soon he felt himself hit the cold ground of the stadium. No one had noticed him fall, as they were all to busy booing the other team who was coming out of the tunnel.

"Oh, no, oh no oh no oh no!" He said, trying desperately to get back into the bleachers. But he was soon interrupted by a voice behind him.

"Hey ballboy, what're you doing?! The second half's about to start!"

Colin turned around to see a middle aged man, somewhat in his late 40s. He carried a clipboard and wore a Michigan sweatshirt, with black hair and a pair of thick glasses. Now, you probably couldnt pick him out of a crowd, but Colin immediately recognized the man.

"Y-youre Jim Harbaugh! The head coach!"

"Yeah? What's it to ya? Get over there and put that ball with the rest of them, kid! We have a game to play!"

"Yes, sir!" He said excitedly as he rushed over to the sidelines. He found Anton just as he was about to go into the game.

"Hey, McCormick, you messed up my sister's name!" He said as Anton turned his head.

"Huh? What're you... Oh, wait, you're a ballboy. Look, I'll sign another one after this drive. but I gotta get out there."

"Thanks, dude!"

On the second play of the drive, however, he was hit hard on the backfield. He held his leg in agony as trainers flocked around him.

"Oh, this isn't good," Colin mumbled to himself as the medical cart was driven out to pick the injured QB up. Even after he was taken off to the hockey room, Colin tried vainly to get his autograph.

"So, how about that John Hancock now, Anton?" he said, trying to stay positive.

"Are you freaking insane?! My leg is broken, and you want an autograph? What kind of ball boy are you?!"

"A pretty bad one, if you ask him," he said as McCormick was carted off. Realizing he had to get back to his seat before his sisters and Bobby got suspicious, he tried unsuccessfully to get a signature on the ball.

"Kid, what's the problem?" Someone said beside him. Colin turned to see Coach Harbaugh standing next to him.

"Oh, I've been trying to get a signature all day from your players, but they're either all third string players or on the field. I don't know-"

"Give me the ball. I'll sign it."

"What?"

"Kid, first off, I know you aren't a ball boy. You look too young to even go to college. And second, would you rather have a crappy quarterback or a proven hall of fame coach sign your ball? Your choice, but make it quick. I have to get back out there."

"Make it out to Lynn," Colin said as he quickly handed it to Coach, who signed it as fast as he could. After he was done, he told him, "there's an exit to the bleachers over there. If you're gone in the next minute, I won't call security. So hurry up."

"Thank you, coach," Colin said as they shook hands. As he walked back to his seat, he glanced down at the ball, where coach Harbaugh had written:

"Lynn, always root for the Big Blue. Go Michigan! Coach Jim Harbaugh."

He smiled, knowing that Lynn would be ecstatic an Christmas morning opening his gift. He went back to his seat, satisfied that he had just had the best football experience ever.

"Hope you like it, Chica," he said to himself as the backup QB threw a perfect pass to the endzone, giving Michigan the lead.