This story was sent to me via an anonymous email, and to the group that whoever sent it to me represents, you rock.
It chronicles the streaker of the homecoming game against Green our senior year, and all the people and work that went into pulling it off. I don't know why they sent it to me, but I'm honored to be able to distribute it to the world.

This is the exact email that was sent to me:

Here Schraitle, I think you might like this, put it up on the web or something to show everyone:
(all the names in this are fake, because I didn't ask any of the people involved before writing this whether or not I could use their names)

One night, we were sitting in Fred's basement talking. It was the start of our senior year, and we were all about to turn 18, so we wanted to do one last stupid thing before the consequences actually became serious. As we sat and talked, the inevitable idea of streaking came up. Fred and his friends had long been fans of streaking, and had done so on several occasions. We decided that the next home football game, the game against Green, we would enact our plan, and try to make history. We started to draw up plans for dropping off, and retrieval of the streaker, trying to come up with the fastest ways in and out. It was decided that I would be the getaway driver, and that my task would be to wait in the woods for Fred to arrive, when we would go back to my car and make a clean escape. It was also decided that Bill would film the entire ordeal, making sure to get there early and secure himself a good seat, so he wouldn't miss anything. This brought the total number of people in on it to three, which was as many as we wanted. Initially, we thought that we might need a distraction to get the authorities away from the field, one involving fireworks near the woods next to the field. This caused us to bring Jim on board, which was ultimately just a loose end, seeing as we dismissed this part of the plan early on, on the grounds that it was illegal and unnecessary.

The next order of business was to decide what Fred would wear. At first we were thinking true streaking, but since there would be young children, and moms in the audience, we decided against this idea. Then, we wanted to have a Michael Jackson mask and ninja turtles tighty whities. After looking for a half hour in K-mart, and only finding underwear fit for toddlers, we abandoned the ninja turtles and went to Target in search of a pleasant speedo. We eventually found one, with a nice orange color. Coincidentally, because we did not choose the color of the speedo for any special purpose, orange happens to be one of Green's colors, so we found that to be an added bonus after it all went down and students from Green were blamed for the stunt.

As the days went by, we became more excited about the whole thing, until one day, about a week beforehand, we found out something big. The game against Green was our school's homecoming game. I had no idea about this, because I was under the assumption that homecoming was always the game against Copley. We decided to press on, because homecoming only meant that it would be more amazing, and it would be one of the last days of the year where a speedo would be possible to wear outside. This new information meant that we would have to make our preparations perfect. There was no room for error, and we had to make sure that all of our actions were rehearsed and executed with as much precision as possible.

It became apparent to us that we would need to have a person to signal to Fred when he was clear to step up. Bill couldn't do it, since he was going to be up in the bleachers being our cameraman/lookout. We decided to entrust the position to John, who was eager to help. We told him of our plan, and his part, and he was the perfect man for the job. This caused our number of people in on it to 5, but there were others that knew. Some of us couldn't keep our mouths shut, and word leaked to at least 3 other people of the event. We were weary of this, because it is a commonly known fact that people get pinched because someone blabs to the wrong person. In spite of this, we felt the risk worthy of the act, so we pressed on.

At a thrift shop, we bought Fred a pair of sport pants, with buttons down the side of the legs. These would enable him to look normal while in the crowd, and when he gets on the field, would let him do a little dance before ripping his pants off in front of a stadium of people. With this addition, his ensemble was complete. He had his speedo, breakaway pants, Michael Jackson mask, and a hoodie he would wear until he had to jump the fence and go on the field. John would also grab the hoodie as well as tell Fred when to go.

On the day before the event, we decided to scout out the area. We went to all the key points, including the insertion point, where Fred would go out on the field, where he would exit the field, and where Bill would sit in order to film everything. As we were walking back from the bleachers, we were recognized by one of the people on the field. He came over to talk to us, and we all became worried that he would be able to identify us after the game. Luckily, we dismissed of him quickly, and he thought nothing of four guys scoping out the football field. We then went to where I would park, and walked through the woods to the place where I would meet up with Fred after he was done. It was far back in the back lot of the church across the street, and we figured that if anybody was chasing him, he would be able to lose them in the woods. I would drop a care package near the opening of the woods, so that if I wasn't in the exact spot later, he would be able to contact me through a walkie talkie.

It was the night of the big game. All of us had our walkie talkies, and were in our positions. Bill and John were in their places at the stadium, and Fred and I were in the parking lot of the church. In a last minute decision, we decided to spray Fred down with pam so that anybody trying to take him down would not be able to get a good hold. Behind the church, I sprayed him all over with pam, before he put his hoodie on. We got the call from Bill that it was halftime, and time for Fred to enter the stadium. We chose halftime, because we were cheap, and didn't want Fred to have to pay for a ticket when he wouldn't even be staying for more than 15 minutes. I dropped him off at the gate, and drove back to my parking spot on the other side of the woods. I rushed through the woods, thinking I knew the route like the back of my hand, since I had gone through it several times. To my dismay, I found myself disappointed when I became lost, and far away from the rendezvous point. Luckily though, I found my way, and planted the care package in the correct spot. I listened to my radio, waiting for the signal that he was on the field.

The code word was going to be "skittles." Bill was going to tell John that he wanted to get some skittles, and then John would tell Fred that all was clear. We had initially thought that they would open the field gates to let cars onto the field, but since it was raining, they were just going to have the homecoming parade on foot, without the convertibles. This posed a problem, as Fred was going to have to find some way out of the stadium other than the open gates we had originally planned for. He decided he could do it, and we went ahead as planned. After several delays, and a lot of chatter on the radio, I finally heard Bill say, "Skittles, I want skittles, skittles skittles skittles." After that, all went silent in the woods. I sat in a radio blackout for over a minute. I knew that it shouldn't have taken that long, Fred was a fast runner and he would have been able to go that distance in less time than it had taken. I began to get worried. Had he been caught? Did something go wrong and he didn't do it at all? A flood of questions poured through my brain as I yelled into the radio asking what was going on. After 2 minutes, I heard from Bill, "That was amazing! He did it! He's coming to you" However, he still wasn't to me. According to Bill, he had run arcoss the street already, and that was a minute ago. Worried, I started pacing around the area of woods I thought he'd be in. After another minute, I heard Fred on the radio, gasping for air, "I'm over here, come and get me" I went to where I dropped the care package, and found a naked guy covered in pam, wearing a bright orange speedo. It was quite the horrendous sight, but given what he had just done, it was awesome. I immediately got on the radio and asked if anyone had chased him. It took 5 minutes before I got a straight answer, while we both just sat there in complete silence, hoping nobody came snooping around. Finally, we were informed that there were people chasing him, but they gave up, putting us in the clear. Fred decided that he couldn't walk back through the woods, so we went to his car, which was parked at the church, and drove back to the house we would all meet at later. Once at the house, we waited for the game to end, and we met up with Bill. Immediately, we all wanted to watch the video, so we turned on the camera. When we tried to play the tape back, the camera only gave us an error message, and we became worried. Bill said that it's probably the camera acting up, and that he'll try to get it when he gets home. Unfortunately, the tape didn't make it, and a video of the whole thing was never found.

As I was in the woods the whole time, I only know pieces of how it all unfolded, but since my sources were Fred and Bill, I consider myself to know more than anybody else that was in the crowd. When Fred donned the mask and went out on the field, he was screaming the entire time, this screaming went unheard by Bill, and only served to use up oxygen, which Fred was going to need later. We had modified the mask to accommodate for increased vision, however, we had neglected to do anything about the tiny hole for the mouth. By the time Fred had reached the middle of the field, he was out of breath and running purely on adrenaline. He ran through the homecoming parade, and to the large fence at the north end of the stadium. He used the smaller, conjoining fence as a step, and bounded the huge fence with one leap. When he was at the top of the fence, he passed out due to lack of oxygen, and fell to the ground with a thud. The fall itself, woke him up, and he kept on running. As he crossed Everett road, he was nearly clipped by a car. This caused him to fall into a ditch at the side of the road. From there, he kept stumbling to the woods, where he finally met up with me. He apparently had a couple people chasing him when he was off the field and going to the fence, but once he had cleared the tall fence, they gave up the chase. Had the gates been open to allow for the cars, the chance of him being caught would be almost certain, so our unforeseen complication turned out to be a godsend. The word at the stadium amongst the faculty and authorities was immediately that it was a student from Green. This was one thing that happened that we did not expect, but was a great addition to the already awesome night.

As of right now, I have never seen a picture or video from that night, and though I'm sure at least one exists, I don't expect to ever see it. News of the streaker didn't spread through the school as we thought it would, mostly because the principal at the time, Mr. Adams, had a policy of not giving negative events the attention they deserve. One piece of publicity came in the Montrose sun, where we were mentioned alongside the homecoming court in a small blurb about the entire night. There were rumors of a student from Green confessing to the streak, which we thought was hilarious.

A few months later, some idiot tried to copycat us, performing a half-assed streak at a girls soccer game, and was caught when he decided to go a second time. Most of the people in the school figured that he was the same as homecoming, which was fine with us, because we knew we had already gotten away with it. Anybody who had been to both would be able to tell anyway that the difference in level of precision of the two was staggering. I personally was surprised that the entire plan went off without a hitch. However, with the amount of preparation and planning we had done, I am also not in the least surprised that we successfully pulled it off.