The first weekend in May in the United States, New York seemed to be getting a little hot and stuffy.
Chief George stood nervously in civilian clothes inside a luxurious suite at Metropolitan Stadium. Several police officers, also dressed in civilian clothes, watched the slowly arriving crowd through the transparent windows, just as tense as he was.
A portly, middle-aged police officer pointed outside the window and gave Chief George a rueful smile. "I thought this was just a high school football final. I figured they were joking when they picked Metropolitan Stadium. I never thought this place could fill up."
The portly officer glanced at the stadium's big screen, which showed the crowds gathering outside. Looking at the sea of people, he smiled ruefully. "This looks like the Super Bowl. Did all of New York come?"
Chief George watched his daughter, dressed in an outrageously ugly school uniform, leading a bunch of long-legged girls as they waved their pom-poms along the edge of the field to get the crowd going.
Unfortunately, their conservative outfits only earned them a chorus of good-natured howls.
The gangsters from Hell's Kitchen had taken over the seats closest to the field. They'd given the front row to a carefully selected group of the toughest, ugliest men, vowing to put as much pressure as possible on some high school team whose name they didn't even know.
The tattooed bruisers, all bare-chested, didn't dare say anything out of line to the cheerleading squad Gwen was leading. Still, their good-natured laughter and howls gradually got the crowd fired up.
Chief George had always thought those uniforms were one of Principal Alvin's perverse jokes. Now he realized that, as outrageously ugly as they were, the uniforms were actually a good thing.
The conservative police commissioner couldn't even imagine