Talk to my fans

I decide to make the day of some of the fans who showed up to watch the practice. I jog over and wave. A crowd of a couple of dozen people gather around. I shake hands and sign a few autographs. Everyone's nice, welcoming me to White Hills.

After awhile I get tired of talking to the former high school heroes and fat-guy fans. I look around the stands. There's a few good looking girls.