Quite a Game of Football

Hello there classmates! I welcome you to my first blog; it is my sincerest wish that you will enjoy reading about events I took to the max as much as it will be recounting them to you. With that said, I would like to begin with an event that occurred on the seventeenth of October. As some of you may recall, a groundbreaking football game between Pascack Valley and Wayne Hills was held on that date. But overshadowing all of the tension, adrenaline, and pure fervor of character was one unquestionable fact: it was my first football game ever. Ordinarily, I am most comfortable in quiet, peaceful environments; in other words, anything nerdy or bookish. It was in that frame of mind that I turned a chary eye towards the occasion; if a crowd of loud, noisy football fans did nothing to take me out of my element, nothing would. But it touched me to attend the game despite my misgivings; our Student Council desired that I work the snack stand that evening, so I had no choice but to lend my presence there.

Before I arrived, I had conjured up all sorts of terrible mental images of the horrors of a football game. When I finally did gaze upon my first football game, however, I found myself wishing for the return of my halcyon days of blissful ignorance. It was a regular bacchanal in the stands; I could scarcely hear myself think over the chants, yells, and brawls for space. Whenever I was able to escape to the safety of the snack stand, I found myself pondering one of life's most enigmatic enigmas: how could spectators be as, if not more, spirited than the actual players themselves? The overall brio shown by both parties that night was astounding for someone as sheltered as myself; it was as if all persons, fans and players alike, had been imbued with the energy of a thousand horses. During that entire ordeal, not once was I swept up in the overwhelming emotion of the crowd. In fact, I probably spent more time wandering around the stands in a desultory manner; I felt dazed, perplexed, and wholly out of my element. Some people divine great pleasure in a crowd environment, and I have a great respect for those who do. I cannot, unfortunately, include myself in those lucky few, and much prefer quiet evenings of literature and personal reflection. But for all I endured that night, I cannot fault myself for this profound aberration from my daily routine; at least I now have the experience under my proverbial belt. But enough about that. Perhaps next time, if I'm really feeling it, I'll tell you all about my seafaring days!