This was middle school night at the high school game, so they played pep songs with the high school band from the stands. His band teacher said "be there to pick them up at 9:15." So, like I'm inclined to do, I got there at 9:00. After circling I finally found a parking spot and listened to the game. At 9:20 I heard them say "that's the end of the third quarter." I drove home to see if Mom was back yet (she wasn't, she was trying to call and tell me she'd get Jr.). I guess he threw up while I was driving. I just thought he'd gone to sleep.