I love Mayberry!

Headlights shined on the gigantic-redskin-head bus as it embarked over Grover's Hill, the end of its journey from the arena in Glendale. Some people emerged from the vehicles to take pictures, cheer, and wave to the passengers on the bus. Others remained in their cars and honked horns as the carrier of champions passed. The fire engine and a police vehicle escorted the bus down from the hill and into town, and all followed. The spontaneous parade continued down the main street, past the post office, the bank, Corky's, the old high school, around the Fina gas station, and back up to the high school. When the bus came to a stop, the fans formed a half-circle near the door and joined in a cheer led by one. "Where you from? St. Johns High! Who's your mascot? Redskins!" The voices filled the space of the cold winter night. The basketball team got off the bus, one by one, to cheers, hugs, and accolades. The fight song was sung. Smiles and tears, surprised faces and grateful embraces, hard-working girls and admiring spectators - these were the sights of this night. One by one the participants returned to their vehicles and their homes, a few minutes of their night gone, but a memory made forever.