Fall is setting in upon the valley that is happy.

The chill in the night air signals that winter is just around the corner. B.B. decides it’s time to venture out from the forest; to pay visit to his friends the deer, who are actively preparing for the months of cold and snow ahead. Soon, B.B. will do the same. 

It’s a sunny, Saturday afternoon when he begins making his trek down from high atop the seven mountains. His latest adventure was now underway, and he was excited to reconnect with his old pals. As B.B. nears civilization once again, he immediately senses that something is different. He pauses to assess the situation, taking cover behind a tall, very old oak tree that was just beginning to shed its leaves.

What is that? B.B. thinks to himself as he peeks around the trunk. The noise. The smells. People were dressed in blue and white as far as he could see. As he slowly begins to make his way out of the forest, B.B. notices some kids tossing a brown, oblong object back and forth as they laugh and cheer. 

His curiosity now gets the best of him. B.B. slowly makes his way over to one of the groups of humans. He looks at them, puzzled, but is still interested in their festivities. 

And people are surprised to see B.B., too. “Is that really a baby bigfoot?” he hears one woman say. “Look at how cute he is,” says another. A small child walks by and gently pats B.B. on the head. “Mom, can we please take him home?” the young boy says, grinning from ear to ear.       

Soon, a crowed begins gathering around B.B., cell phones in hand as they all took turns snapping photos and documenting their encounter for everyone to see. B.B, is nervously smiling, but still enjoying the moment – as he’s happy to make some new friends, too. 

“We’re going to big game over there,” says one man as he pointed to the big, gray stadium in the distance. “It called football,” says another — as he tosses the oblong object to another child standing just a few feet away. 

B.B. is somewhat overwhelmed by all that is happening around him. “People travel from all over a few weekends each fall to reconnect with their friends, relieve their college days, and go to football games,” says Jack, a former linebacker who invites B.B. to sit with him inside the stadium. 

At this point, B.B.’s excited to learn more about this new game. I’ll need one of those jersey’s too, he thinks to himself.  

As they’re waiting in line to enter the stadium, B.B. hears the sound of music coming directly toward him. “That’s the Blue Band, Jack says. “They come to each game to help cheer on our team.” B.B. immediately notices the guy out front with the feather in his hat waving a baton, working to keep everyone in sync. 

B.B.’s overwhelmed by the sound of the horns, the drums, and the chants as they all march towards him in unison. He steps off of the curb and into the roadway for a closer look, just wanting to be part of the action.  

“Whoa!” says the guy with the baton, as he goes tumbling to the ground. The drum major had been walking backwards, and didn’t notice that B.B. was behind him. “Would you look at that,” the drum major says as he attempts to stand on his injured leg. “It’s a baby bigfoot!”         

B.B. is saddened as a bit of chaos ensues around him. He never meant for anyone to get hurt. “Who’s going to lead the band into the stadium and through the tunnel?” asks one concerned bystander. “B.B. can do it,” says another. The growing crowd seems to be in agreement. B.B.! – B.B.! – B.B.! they begin chanting loudly.  

Me? B.B. thinks to himself nervously. “Can you do a flip?” the drum major asks? B.B. begins thinking about the task at hand. With my big baby feet, and my big baby body, I can pull this off! B.B. tells himself confidently, as the big moment is just about to happen.

B.B. takes his place in front of the band as they enter the stadium and make their way through the giant gates leading to the big, green field ahead. 

“It’s the Bluuuuue Band!” B.B. hears the big voice above say as he prepares for his moment in the spotlight. Then, on cue, he begins running down the field, with the band in tow. B.B. leaps into the air, thrusts his body forward and nails the flip perfectly. The crowd goes wild. B.B.! – B.B.! – B.B.! They chant again loudly. B.B. is loving his newfound fame. 

The excitement begins to wind down after the football teams enter the field, and B.B. realizes he has built up quite the appetite. The hunt for food is on as he makes his way around the concourse concession stands. “You really need to try a world-famous chicken basket,” one fan shouts. B.B. places his order, and continues to greet curious fans. 

Soon after, he and Jack make their way to their seats, just as the big game begins. B.B. is again captivated by the atmosphere that surrounds him. “The team who scores the most points by putting the football into the endzone wins,” Jack explains, as B.B. listens on attentively. “We Are…winning!” he hears the crowd cheering excitedly, just as the team scores its final points. 

As the game began to wind down, an official looking man wearing a blue shirt with a white logo, approaches B.B. with a smile. “The voice of the team would love to meet you — and he’s invited you to his radio booth,” the man says. B.B. agrees, and soon they’re in an elevator heading to the press box located high above the stadium. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” says Steve, the play-by-play announcer, as he places a microphone and over B.B.’s head. “That was some flip you did on the field before the game.” B.B. smiles as he begins reflecting back on his big day. “The fans…they loved you,” says Steve, who re-caps B.B.’s football adventure, and officially confirms for the masses that baby bigfoot does indeed exist. 

And as for B.B.’s visit with is friends the deer, it will have to wait for another day.