Before you can make a decision, though, you need to know how Sydney envisions it working out.
"Okay," you say, "suppose we, uh, make it the basketball squad—"
"Boys or girls?"
"Well ... either. That's what I'm asking. Didn't you say we need, like, a mix of guys and girls?"
"Sure." She stirs her finger inside a cup of barbecue sauce, and sucks on it.
"I guess what I was assuming," she continues, "is that we'd do five on each team. Like, five of the guys on the basketball squad, and five of the girls on the girls' squad. Although—" She cocks her head. "Maybe it would make more sense if it was five on a squad, and then we just find five people who would be a good match for them. Like Gordon Black, he's dating the head cheerleader isn't he?" You nod. "So there. If we pick the boys' basketball squad, then his girlfriend and the girlfriends of the other guys would be the natural ones to add."
"Well, let's go with one of the boys' teams, then," you say, for you're still thinking in terms of those asshole jock friends of Blake's. "That would be— What are you doing?" you ask, for Sydney wiped off her fingertips and plucked her cell phone from her pocket.
"Just checking the possibilities," she says. "Basketball, football, baseball, right? Who else?"
"Soccer?"
"Uh huh." She drags a fingertip over her screen a couple of times, and taps at it. "Mm," she says. "There's a lot of overlap between football and wrestling. We should probably just dump all those guys in one bin."
"What about, like, the swim team?"
"That's more co-ed. Same as track and tennis."
"I thought those were different teams for boys and girls."
"Well, they are. Sort of. But there's more guys to pick from if we stick to—" She studies the screen. "Basketball, baseball, soccer, and football. Oh, and wrestling and lacrosse. You know, maybe we should just do a mix instead of pulling them all off of one team."