"We're pitted between the wall of a soaked stadium and the high of a smoked Saturday. One A.M. and rules no longer apply. My vision of the uprights is divided in two by the wooden bench which is acting as a bed. Sleep is a hundred yards away as raindrops cascade my face. Lying in puddles, daydreaming in the night, and counting the hours till sunset... is this what makes friends friends? This stadium is another world when darkness hits midnight. The 'athletes' and 'heroes' are now cowering under their blankets from the thunder that is to come. It's not so much the rain that is holding sleep back anymore, but the so many memories held at this venue." "For a hellmouth, this town has had so many good moments."