Bravo is on the move again. The concourse is thick with fans taking a break from the weather, and more than a few are already heading for the exits. People call out to Bravo, veer over to shake hands, but not as many as before. Major Mac has been holding the fort on row 7, the lone sentinel in their block of ice-spackled seats. Billy ends up on the aisle per normal with Mango on his left, and as their post-fight cheerleader buzz wears off Bravo starts to realize how shitty their situation is. Here they sit fully exposed to the sleet and freezing drizzle watching a dull-as-hell 7-7 third-quarter tie two days before they fly back to the war. Sucks! Mango groans and hunches over.

"Dawg," he says to Billy, "I just wanna go to sleep."

"Uh huh. How's your ear?"

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