My head is on a swivel as I sort through the security guards, the physical trainers and medical staff setting up shop on the sidelines before I find who I’m looking for. There she is. Blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail and covered by a navy-blue hat. A white Titans polo and khaki pants that hug her legs damn well. A camera around her neck and an awed look on her face. I jog toward Maven and stick my tongue out when she takes a picture of me. “Photo of the game right there,” she yells over the crowd.
