It was our sophomore year in college and my ex-girlfriend had just started dating my best friend, Jason. Jessica and I broke up shortly after I traveled over four hours to watch her graduate high school. She had planned to attend KCU before we started dating, but the added pressure of going to school with me the next year was too much. She needed “wide open spaces” and room to make “big mistakes.”

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I found out that Jason was dating her when he kissed her in front of me for the first time. At that moment I had to choose which person I cared about more. I chose Jason and we’ve continued to be friends ever since. The only reason I even mention Jessica is because she was not only a witness to both of the games in which I made the winning goals, but she may have been the reason I made the winning goals.
Intramural Football
No one on our team had ever played football in high school or college, but we did play our share of 2-hand touch in the grass outside of Water’s Hall. I could throw the ball, but was never really picked to be quarterback. I would mostly play the linebacker, wide-receiver, and safety positions – guaranteeing that I would be worn out by the end of the game. It was usually Jason’s idea to play and it was his idea to join the intramural league.
Our team consisted of mostly the same guys who played 2-hand touch and (besides the guitar player) consisted entirely of our band, “Shog”. Our season did not start out well and we continued to post losses. By the end of the season we had yet to win a game. The last game was against an upperclassman team, which also had members from one the other band on campus, “Crummies Church”. It was literally a battle of the bands.
The game started off as other games had, but this time something was different. We were putting points on the board and we were staying in the game. Something else was different too. Jessica had come to watch us that day. As the end of the game approached, we were down, but not out. Whoever made the next touchdown would win the game. I had never played quarterback, but at this moment, the ball was handed to me and the rest of our team ran to the end on the field. I through a Hail Mary pass above the heads of the opposing team. Heath jumped to catch the ball – and he came down with it in the end zone. We had won the game!
Intramural Floor Hockey
Later on that year, the same team decided to play intramural floor hockey. We thought we would have some advantages as we had been playing street hockey in rollerblades behind Ralph’s Supermarket all year. We would lay shopping carts down as a hockey nets.
When the games began, the story that unfolded was somewhat different than what we imagined. Because floor hockey is more like basketball than street hockey, requiring more running than skating, the basketball players who decided to join dominated the league. At least, they did until that fateful night when Jessica decided to watch our game.
Again, the game was back and forth, but then I felt it, that feeling. It was the same feeling I had on the football feeling, the feeling when you know something is going to happen – and then it does. I was at half-court and there were three guys between me and the net, but I cocked back and swung. The ball went straight through all three guys, past the goalie, and into the net, winning the game.

The Muse
Jason and Jessica broke up shortly after field hockey season and all five members of Shog left KCU at the end of that year. Jessica graduated from KCU and is now married. Jason and I are as well, although not to each other.
The first movie we see together with another person in a new relationship tends to stick with us in our memory. Jessica and I went to see the movie “She’s All That”. Jason and Jessica went to see “The Muse”.
***Erich Stauffer is an Indianapolis web designer for Telablue Inc., an Indianapolis web design firm and promotion company serving the needs of individuals and businesses throughout the midwest. He co-writes a blog with me at www.managingactions.comand writes on his own blog at www.erichstauffer.com.
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