"PIII!!" was the sound of referee Gary Patterson's whistle, which brought an end to the game played at Alumni Stadium.
"And with that, the game ends here in the city of Boston, where the Eagles team fell against the Tigers team with a score of 14-31," the ABC analyst said to all the viewers who were tuning into the game live.
Because the game was broadcast on network television, the number of people who tuned into the matchup was much larger compared to other games broadcast on channels like ESPN.
Thanks to that, Wyatt's name and the Tigers team's name reached more people outside the followers of the Tigers team and the ACC conference.
Another achievement that the Tigers secured after rising with the victory was that their ranking in the AP Poll climbed to position them at the number 3 spot.
The AP Poll, or NCAA Division I FBS football rankings, are the weekly classifications given to each of the Division I FBS football teams, being conducted based on the votes of carefully selected sports journalists and coaches from the different programs.
This list serves to know how each program is doing, and some take it as a reference to see who will reach the BCS National Championship Game, which is played at the end of the season between the two best teams of the year.
And with this victory, Clemson stacks up 6 consecutive wins so far this season, placing themselves firmly in the number 3 spot out of 25, only surpassed by powerhouses like Oregon and Alabama, who also come from maintaining undefeated streaks in the season.
The Alabama Crimson Tide have been even more dominant, winning their last two games by a margin greater than 40 points, demonstrating that Nick Saban and his team were heavy contenders to keep in mind.
With the game coming to an end and most fans abandoning the stadium, Wyatt faced the questions of one of the ABC reporters, who in his opinion seemed like someone very persistent.
"3 passing touchdowns and 1 rushing touchdown are good numbers for someone who not long ago was nothing more than a freshman coming out of high school. Tell us, Wyatt, how did you adapt so quickly to a level as demanding as college football?" the reporter asked him with an excited smile while pointing the microphone very close to Wyatt's face.
Pulling his head back slightly, Wyatt felt a bit uncomfortable due to the proximity the reporter had with him, but even so, he tried to recompose himself and give the most natural response possible. "Well, I must say that for the last 6 months I've been training and practicing with the team, in addition to studying the playbook in my free time and game film," Wyatt responded while taking a slight step back.
"And tell us, now that Tajh Boyd has recovered from his concussion injury, do you fear that your position will be relegated back to backup despite demonstrating your great level in recent games?" the reporter asked, narrowing her eyes, wanting to obtain a scoop or any reaction from Wyatt.
Faced with such a question, Wyatt didn't know what to respond, remaining briefly in silence, knowing that anything he said next could be misinterpreted by the media and generate tension within the team.
"Well, that decision belongs to the team's coaching staff, so it doesn't matter if it's me or Tajh who will be the starting quarterback, I will continue to fully support the team," Wyatt said after remaining in silence for a few seconds, weighing each of his words with extreme care in front of the camera.
"And that is all here at Alumni Stadium in Boston," the reporter said, looking directly toward the camera with a smile until the cameraman gave her a thumbs-up sign and the camera light turned off, implying that the recording had come to an end.
"Well, then I think I'll be going," Wyatt told them both, wanting to join his teammates in the locker room to leave.
"Thank you very much for your time, Wyatt," the reporter said, approaching him while her hand brushed against his and she slipped him a piece of paper.
"I hope we see each other again," was the last thing she said with a playful wink as she walked away with the journalist, swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner, letting her well-shaped backside show.
Seeing that what he had in his hand was a crumpled piece of paper, Wyatt could already get an idea of its contents, so while heading toward the locker room where the rest of the team was, he threw the paper into the nearest trash can.
Wyatt knew the trouble he could get into if the NCAA discovered he got involved with a reporter, which in the long run would be very detrimental to his career, which at the moment found itself on the rise, and he was not willing to throw it overboard for a simple moment of pleasure.
Once in the locker room, Wyatt wasted no time stripping off all his gear and entering the showers, knowing he had lost a lot of time in the interview and that most of his teammates were already almost ready to depart for the hotel.
Quickly and without wasting any time, Wyatt came out of the showers with a towel around his waist while approaching his locker, which was next to Laquon's, who was already completely dressed.
"Man, that reporter didn't want to let you go," he couldn't help but tease, provoking laughter from the people who heard what he said, remembering how the reporter in question wouldn't stop asking Wyatt questions.
Wyatt rolled his eyes while pulling out the set of clothes he had packed and proceeded to get dressed.
"Gentlemen," Sammy suddenly said, appearing from one of the corners of the locker room and placing himself between both of them. "Tonight we must celebrate properly," he told the two in a dramatic tone.
"Count me in, man," Laquon said, excited, remembering what a good time they had had the previous week in Syracuse.
After he said that, the gaze of both settled on Wyatt, who was already tying his shoes while avoiding the look his two teammates were throwing in his direction.
"Come on, man, you said this time you'd come with us," Sammy said, emphasizing the words Wyatt had told him last time when he declined to go to a bar with them.
Letting out a sigh, Wyatt knew he had no way out on this occasion. "Alright, I'll go with you," finally accepting, provoking shouts from some of the players who were also going to go celebrate the victory.
While Sammy discussed with a few other teammates where they should go, the Clemson team began to leave the locker room little by little, heading for the buses that would take them to the hotel where the team was staying.
20:00
Wyatt finished getting dressed in a simple short-sleeved shirt that did nothing but highlight his well-formed biceps and chest, combined with some worn jeans and comfortable footwear to go out with some of the guys from the team.
"Seriously, you're just going with that?" asked Laquon, who was much more dressed up and perfumed, along with a large chain around his neck.
"I'm just going to have a beer and then I'm heading back to the hotel," Wyatt responded to him, looking at himself in the mirror and running a hand through his hair.
"If you say so," Laquon said sarcastically, not believing his friend would only have one drink.
With both of them ready, they went down to meet the rest of their teammates, who were waiting in the lobby with Sammy at the lead, to then head out into the streets of Boston, taking several taxis to the address Sammy sent via text message in the group chat.
Once they arrived at their destination, they realized they found themselves on the campus of Boston University, a school that is a rival of Boston College.
With total confidence, Sammy guided them to one of the university's fraternity houses, and after saying a few words to the bouncer at the door, the latter stepped aside and let them all pass.
"Advantages of knowing several fraternity leaders," Sammy said, lifting his head slightly while all his companions entered, being immediately greeted by the music playing inside the room.
The party inside the fraternity wasn't as wild as could be expected, since there were few people on the dance floor, with the majority concentrating around the pool table and other games that were available, like beer pong and darts.
"I'm letting you guys know I'm only having one beer and I'm leaving, boys," Wyatt said while being greeted by boos and joking whistles from his teammates.
"If that's the case, you won't mind bringing us the first round," said one of the team's offensive linemen, being seconded by the rest of his teammates.
"Ok, ok, I'm going," Wyatt said with a smile while raising his hands and heading toward the section where a fraternity member was handing out drinks to everyone at the party.
"Hey, over here," a girl at the bar said, trying to call the attention of the person who found himself attending to the other people around the table ordering drinks.
Without even saying a word, Wyatt captured the attention of the bartender, who upon seeing him raise his hand understood the signal and passed him several bottles of beer for him and his teammates.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wyatt saw how the girl in question still hadn't managed to call the attention of the bartender in question. "Hey man, can you give me one more," Wyatt's voice said over the sound of the music while his gaze settled on the girl in question.
Understanding the intention, the guy didn't delay in popping the bottle open and sliding it across the counter toward Wyatt, who caught it naturally before passing it to the girl in question.
"I hope that one isn't for me," was the first comment the girl in question threw at him upon seeing the beer heading in her direction.
Turning around, Wyatt could finally look with more attention at the person he had in front of him. The first thing that captured Wyatt's attention was a pair of expressive blue eyes that at that moment looked at him like ice floes.
With her face framed by a head of ash-blonde hair that fell in soft waves framing her delicate face.
If there were a word that described the girl in question, it was "Beautiful," but also upon hearing the tone in her voice and the way she looked at him, Wyatt knew the girl had her own character.
With a smile, Wyatt couldn't help but say, "And your name is?" he asked her, briefly setting aside the situation and the girl's interrogation.
"My name is none of your business," she responded sharply to him.
"Ok, None-of-your-business, I'm Wyatt," he responded to her with a smile. "Enjoy your drink," was the last thing he told her before walking away and joining his teammates.
The moment they saw him return, each one immediately grabbed one of the bottles Wyatt held in his hands and popped them open.
"To the victory," Sammy said, raising his bottle upward.
"Victory!!" his teammates said while each gave a long gulp to their drink.
Taking a deep gulp of his drink, Wyatt couldn't prevent his gaze from directing toward the hallway where he had had that particular encounter.
"What are you looking at so much?" asked Laquon, who also turned to look in the same direction as Wyatt, only seeing the bar where several people were ordering their drinks.
"Nothing, I just think I might stay around here a little longer," was the cryptic response Wyatt gave to Laquon, who furrowed his brow without understanding what his friend meant.
Shrugging his shoulders, he simply set out to enjoy the party and his drink with the rest of his teammates, while Wyatt couldn't get those blue eyes out of his head.
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