cars are there?"
The bus passes
fence posts and mailboxes adorned with signs reading BOBCATS and STATE CHAMPS.
Al Meester turns left onto the narrow county blacktop that leads to Dike.
Ambulances trailing blue and white streamers join the caravan. The girls primp,
tussling for position at Al's rear-view mirror. The bus is a haze of
Dike, a town of
modest brick and clapboard homes, is nearly deserted. Most of its citizens are
in the caravan or waiting at the high school. The bus rolls down Main Street to
Dike High, where a crowd of about 500 cheers the Bobcats' return. "Holy
canoodles!" a Bobcat yells.
Meester parks the
bus. Murr stands on the front seat, facing his team.
"Winners," he says, "enjoy this. Put it in your memories. We won
the state championship, and we love it, we love it, we love it!"
The school bus
door is barely wide enough for one, but Darci and Dawn go through it