The Bear [antikvár]

CHAPTER1T.i HEY GATHERED IN THE TUNNEL, SNORTING ANDStomping like white beasts. Behind their gray face-guard muzzles, sweat drained down their faces. Confined here, in limbo between the locker room and the field, they felt the walls. The walls reflected their energy and emotions back on them, doubling, tripling everything. Tension boiled in the air. Having been whipped up in the locker room, they now needed to get on with what they were whipped up to do. For the time they were in the tunnel, they were on a fuse. They needed the crowd, the television cameras, physical contact. They needed out. They needed to get to work.Out in front of them, getting the attention of the crowd and the TV cameras now, was the band, their band, playing their Fight Song as they formed big numbers on the field: "3-1-5." The Alabama Marching Band, 150 of them, were predicting histoiy, strutting about it: "3-1-5."