What a game? The teams were tied in the score. It was the second half, just barely. College football was the best of the best.

There were about twenty of us, all sitting together over four rows of bleachers. It was time to break out the oranges. The two nursing students had managed to swipe two large syringes, which were used to draw up and inject vodka into the oranges the night before. By now, the oranges were well permeated. The bags were passed around, oranges were peeled and enjoyed.

Oh no, someone had been enjoying, so streaking was game.