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Sarah Lawrence doesn't have a women's soccer team, so Kat has thrown herself into petitioning, pestering, badgering and outright begging the administration to let her start one. Her junior year, she convinces them, though she has to resort to a sit-in, the pathetically last refuge of the campus crusader.Patrick shows up to her first game, driving all night straight through to get there ten minutes late. He cheers her on, then picks a fight with a booing frat boy. It's afterwards when he presents her with a bouquet made of guitar picks that she remembers why she likes him.