Look in the stands. Parents, grandparents. Anyone else? I asked why none of the student body ever came to a baseball game.
"They're all doing something else."
One day, I pulled in the gigantic lot and every space was full. Cars on the grass. An adjacent field was filled with kids- hundreds of them. Yelling, screaming, laughing, cheering, really whooping it up. It looked like Woodstock.
Turns out it was Ultimate Frisbee.