Standing here, in this arena that's larger than
five of my houses, I feel like a needle in a haystack. So many people surround me it's like I'm a
little grain of sand in a huge ocean.
The people in round gymnasium all form a crimson, white, and blue
rainbow. Their shirts mesh together like
a finely woven shirt with different colors strings. Smelling the concession stand foods, makes me
feel like a starving child. The aroma of
the melted cheese on nachos, makes me want to be outside having a picnic. The smell of tenderly cooked hot-dogs makes
my stomach growl wishing I had some. I
can taste the hamburgers as somebody walks by with one. The warm meat, with a sweet barbecue sauce is
delicious.
Then, a man on a loud intercom yells for the
players to come out. The roar of the
people surrounding me is like being right behind the jet of an airplane. The deafening noise makes me squint my eyes. I open them though and stand of the lightly
cushioned seat. I clap my hands along with
the other fans, and my hands feel greasy after just eating a hot piece of
pizza. My mouth still has the pasty,
saucy taste of the slice in my mouth. I
look down towards the court where the players have now started shooting
baskets. Their brightly colored uniforms
stand out in the glare of the spotlights above.
The court has a waxy look, like it was just swept, and the glass
backboards, have a shine as bright as a new car.
The band starts playing a song and the crowd
swings their arms back and forth through the air. The mass of people moving looks like a field
of wheat blowing in a spring breeze. A
lady rubs up against me as she moves down the aisle. Her jeans have cracks, and they feel as dry
as a lizards skin that has spent the day in the desert. Her sweatshirt contrasts the dry feeling of
the jeans. It is made of a soft cotton
that makes me think of a bunny's fur.
Then a man in front of me comes to his seat with a glass of
lemonade. The tangy smell makes me
squint thinking somebody running their fingernails down a chalkboard.
And then the game ends. The crowd all wearing smiles like they had
just one a prize. Few others, scream and
pout as they waddle down the stairs to the doorway. The noise has greatly decreased giving my
ears a rest. It is down to a dull roar,
like a breeze blowing around leaves. My
feet and hands ache from being pounded for nearly three hours. Passing the bathroom, a dirty, smell flies in
the air. It is like walking through an
old abandoned building that hasn't been cleaned in years. And then I step outside. And smell the fresh air. And my mind clears. Remembering times in an empty park on a
spring day. I watch car after car pass
by while walking to mine. Some are
brightly polished, reflecting the sun. Others have of dull, dusty look. Every few cars make a sharp squeak as they
brake. The exhaust fills the air and
makes me think of a grimy factory. And then I reach my car. Sitting in the warm, soft seat, I lost my
thoughts and fall asleep.
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