The Game at the Arena

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Standing here, in this arena that is one hundred times larger than my home, I feel like a needle in a haystack. So many people surrounding me it’s like I’m one grain of sand in a whole ocean. The people around the arena form a black and yellow checker board. Their clothing meshes together and looks like a throw. Smelling the concession stand makes me feel like a starving child. The aroma of hotdogs and Italian sausage reminds me of a back yard grill. The smell of melted cheese on nachos makes my stomach growl wishing I had some. I can taste the pretzels as a man and child walk by me with one. The warm bread with coarse salt is delicious.

Then an announcer on a loud intercom yells for the players to come out. The roar of the crowd surrounding me was like being directly behind a jet of an a...

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