Blue
and white slowly fill the bleachers as everything is about to begin. The roaring
from the sidelines grow louder and louder, as the scent of freshly grilled
hotdogs and pizza sweep over the air. For some this may seem unsanitary but for
me, its home. As I approach the field this Friday night, I feel the excitement
rush over me like none other. My brother had tortured me with watching long football
games as a child but over time I had grown used to it and grown to enjoy it. We
take our spot on the cold steel bleachers, waiting for the team to come out. As
they do, the bleachers start to rumble with the sound of raging fans feet
pounding upon them. And then it begins. Southern Owls constantly are tied and
in the lead so it is never much of a nail biter, but it doesn’t have to be;
every touchdown scored is a victory in every fans heart. When half time comes
on, we watch the dance team preform a well-choreographed number and make our
way to the snack shack for refreshments and get back to our cold seats to watch
the second half again. This half is played much like the first and we stay in
control and win our first football game!
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