Halftime
In the locker room, coaches huddled together. Players engaged in mutual congratulation rituals, changed grimy jerseys, re-taped body parts, drank protein drinks, ate bananas, orange slices, and assorted sandwiches provided by the Huygens kitchen. No one on the team saw AKA Harvey and Abigail leave their seats and head to the dangerous food court.

They were standing in the fast moving hotdog line when a heavy, disheveled, inebriated man barged in front and in the process saw Abigail. "You!" he shouted. "My wife knew her place until she read your magazine. I found a copy behind the couch when I was looking for where I hid my porno magazines. I waited until my wife got home from the grocery store. First, I tore your magazine into shreds in front of her. Then I took her to the woodshed and administered the punishment she deserved. The next day when as usual I got home late for work, she was gone." He approached Abigail with raised fists. "Now, it is you who are going to pay. Anyone want to join me?" he asked the assembled crowd.

The opponent was still in motion, when in one continuous movement, Harvey, who was legendary for usually appropriate slam tackles, picked up the attacker, threw him to the ground. While the attacker lay semi-still, cursing, the line moved closer to the hotdog stand. Alerted to trouble in the food court, three stadium cops arrived.

After showing the police his ID and his NFL Union card, Harvey explained that the cursing man on the floor had attacked his wife. "It was a legal tackle," a witness in the crowd observed. Harvey signed autographs for the cops and for everyone in the crowd. Then he bought himself three hotdogs, and one for Abigail, and several large diet cokes. By the time the Second Half began, Harvey and Abigail were back in their seats. They waved to their daughter as she took her place on the sidelines.