The War Eagles had an away game at a convention center in Boston.. for some reason.

They usually just had them at a school but they weren’t complaining.

They all hopped out of the bus, Tino and Victor trying to tackle each other, Paul and Henry were simply talking as Paul cleaned his glasses.

They all shot up their heads when several volleyball players were running on a bridge to the convention center as if their late.

Betty Bright room a look at their look and chuckled.

“Parents drop of their kids here and they just run to the center. Their all volleyball players.”

Tino tilted his head as he watched them all pass

“Their late? For what? I though we were the only ones playing.”

He spoke up, his Spanish accent very noticeable.

Betty spoke up again.

“Nope. There’s like .. 100 volleyball courts under where your playing.”