“Mad About” The Den

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One of the many things I looked forward to in becoming a sophomore was that I’d finally be allowed access to the Den. I could officially participate in the chants and themes. I remember walking by the Den in junior high and wanting to be apart of it so badly, seeing all of the awesome themes and people seeming to have a great time.  Now that I am, it’s more than just shouting a few chants at the football and basketball team and dressing in togas and silly costumes. It’s supporting students who battle for a win out on the field or court. It’s laughing and cheering in unison with other students who you just walk by every day in school.
As the football season wraps up, the themes become more elaborate and people become more intense about each one. At my first game of the season, Camo Night against Hempfield, I was shocked by the many shirtless seniors who’d painted practically their entire upper half a mixture of greens and browns. Someone even came in a full-body camo suit that was covered in fake moss and leaves. The game didn’t go too well for Latrobe, but after they scored their first touchdown, the entire Den made an effort to sprint around the field to Hempfield’s student section. Before we got to our destination, however, we were turned away by the stadium’s security. We ran back to our respective student section, still proud that we all remained as one and were having a great time. That was my first night in the Den, and I didn’t know how another night could top it, but every evening spent in the Den is better than the last.
Another memorable night in the Den was Toga Night. I looked forward to this theme all week, and finally had my toga ready with my best friend, Anna, and we were on our way to the stadium. For about the first half, the Den carried on how it usually does: the group gradually getting larger, the chants becoming louder and more energized, and the body heat steadily increasing. Then, the heavens opened, and rain began to pour. I expected everyone to leave, but I was amazed and proud to see everyone remain where they stood to cheer on the team. The temperature dropped and everyone was cold and wet, especially the guys, who weren’t wearing a shirt under their togas. Everyone froze to the bone, but yet, everyone stayed because we enjoyed ourselves so much in the Den and hoped to support our Wildcats to earn their first win; and it worked. I think I speak for a majority of the Den when I say that that night was the most memorable and the best of all nights.
I have found that the Den is a great way to bring students together. We’re all there for one reason: to cheer on the ‘Cats as a whole, as the high school and family that we all are apart of.