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Later that afternoon Chelsey, a few friends and I headed for our seats. Once we got to the gate, chelsey realized that her ticket had fallen out of her back pocket. After retracing our steps she was nearly in tears, and I proposed that we try a little something I had up my sleeve. Like I did with Paul F. in a BYU V.s. Boise St. game, I managed to sneak her in with one ticket, and we enjoyed the whole game together.
Though we lost the game by a few inches, and I violated a member of our marching band, September 27, 2007 was one of the best days of my life.
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