Safe

"It looks like we're just going to get Defense signatures this year, Mom," commented Frank as we waited in line for the Safeties. We were an hour into Fan Day and there were only thirty minutes left before the players left the field.

"No, you'll get some Offense too, since you're in line for the Safeties," said the woman ahead of us.

She explained to us that her job was to get the Offense signatures, and her son was getting the Defense, and her husband was getting the Quarterbacks. (I didn't ask her who was in line for the coaches, since she was clearly not in charge and just doing what she though she was supposed to do.)

"No. Safeties are Defense," said Frank, holding his Defense poster. ("I'm so glad he's a real boy, Bill commented.) The crowd around us concurred. The woman stressed for a minute, and then called her son on her cellphone, who apparently hadn't made it to the line for Safeties yet, and told her that if she were close enough to go ahead and get signatures, but to get them on the signature card, not the banner. (I know, I know.) Most lines were running at least thirty minutes a piece. The quarterbacks and coaches were an hour and a half at least. And that was the entire allotment of "Fan Day."

We got all the Defense. (Including the safeties.) The lines were the shortest. And his poster is full. So is my heart.