Last Night at Home

Here i stand in a humid gymnasium. The stagnant air longs for the once-functional exhaust fan to energize it. This is the last night at home for no young women and three young men. The fans (not exhaust, human rather) are out like stars in the Rockies to cheer their team on but not to discourage the opposition. Unlike any other basketball game you have been to, a Cair Paravel game contains no screaming during free-throws, chanting of airball ("hairball" is fine), or taunting of the visitors. Here, the daring young rebels drop a water bottle when the other teams shoots. Some, oozing with originality, shush the crowd obnoxiously. But the greatest moments come when an attendant from one of the area public schools shouts out, totally ignorant of what they have done. The impending scolding from the loudspeakers will be the extra-curricular topic of conversation for a week, and every student not in attendance will know about it tomorrow morning. Welcome to a highschool student body pushing 90. "Is that your whole senior class?" One T-high female acquaintance asked me while pointing to a huddle of green-clad potential. Heck yes it is. Smiling after a bad call shows more of an attitude than a shout to the ref. The three young men, taste the bittersweet. School is on the downhill. Most of them will never play in a competitive environment with such great friends as their teammates and fans. This may hve been their moment of fame, their last shot at greatness. Hopefully not, but who knows? Certainly not i. Do you dare to distance yourself from the crowd, put your own Lucy booth and charge people a nickel for your thoughts? (not a penny)

David Foster Wallace Vocabulary of the Day (from now on called DFWVotD):
apocope (aw-paw'-coh-pee)-The loss of one or more sounds from the end of a word, as in Modern English "sing" from Middle English "singen".
amanuensis-n (aw-mahn'-yooen'-sis): someone skilled in the transcription of speech (especially dictation).
(i think he pulls these off of the balderdash cards.)