Fall, 1986. I’m a freshman on the bus en route to our first away soccer game of the season. The seniors are sitting in the back of the bus, a gang of raw talent, driver’s licenses, and cool. God, they were so cool. I wanted to be all of them at once.
One of them puts a tape in the boombox, and these two songs play in succession. In its entirety, this mix is known as the “psyche tape.” And I never forget it.
And we win.