Returning home from vacation, we had just retrieved our luggage from the baggage carousel. My beautiful wife, Charlene headed our line as we marched toward the shuttle. Our teenager Jacob and I brought up the rear.

Suddenly, Jacob and I noted a strange phenomenon. In the opposite direction, a seemingly endless stream of tall, tan, attractive young women began parading by us.

They all wore the same red and black athletic apparel. Continuing to walk in the opposite direction, I strained to read their logo. San Diego State Aztecs Swimming and Diving. We were walking past sun drenched athletes.

Stepping onto the escalator, I shouted up to my athletic and perfectly stunning in her own right wife (a hushed shout, mind you), “That’s the San Diego State Swim Team!” (a hushed exclamation, as well). “Yep, I know,” she said seemingly unimpressed.

I turned to my son and he looked back, our faces mirror images of astonishment. A parade of chiseled female athletes had just traveled through our midst and we were the only ones who had appreciated the moment.

Fear not, Aztecs, we shall now cheer for you. Thank you, Aztecs, for gracing us with your presence.