Penn’s mascot, a guy dressed as a Quaker, had yet to rouse the crowd to respond to more than a few half-hearted pre-game cheers. We parked ourselves on the grounds in front of the bleachers. “You sure you want to be here?” “Why not? It’s a game.” “It’s more than that,” I said. “Yes, ‘facing my demons,’ just like my physical therapist said.” Everett made a comically fearful face that made me grin. As if to lighten his mood, he offered another ‘Did You Know.’ “The traditional football huddle…” “Yes?” “Not used in this sport, but nevertheless, was invented at Gallaudet University for the Deaf.” “Huh.” “So the opposing team couldn’t see their play calls being signed.” “Really?” “Yes, really; in 1892.”