When we were given the
assignment to blog for the majority of our Seminar grade, I was not at all
worried about it. I'm not new to the whole blogging thing but also I am not one
to form habits well either. I'm pretty indecisive and scatterbrained so nothing
is ever on my mind enough or consistently enough for a blog to be up and
running as smooth as I would even want it to. But, blogging is obviously not
the topic of my post today.
I
love football. Not in the traditional sense but I generally enjoy the sport. I
never watched TV enough to watch specific teams or become a die-hard like most
football fans but I enjoy it nonetheless. When I was a cheerleader, I had more
fun actually cheering the team on than raising the spirits of the fans. So when
I realized that I had to time to go to the game and see my first college game
with good seats, I was thrilled. Decked out in maroon and gold, I proudly sat
in the third row fourty-five minutes before the game started and stayed in that
spot until the fireworks at the end. And by this time, the number of fans in
the crowd had dwindled to just about no one so I decided that it was time to
leave.
I
decided to hop over the concrete slab behind the last row of seats just
because, well, I was pumped! With one leg over the slab, a rather large man
decided that I had allotted him enough space to pass behind me. As he walked
by, he dragged my body with him and made me spill my soda onto my, now, scraped
up knee. Why he thought he could fit is beyond me. An even further perplexing
detail is why he didn’t go along another isle!! These kinds of things only
happen to me. Has to be it.
I
thoroughly enjoyed seeing us beat the breaks off Prairie View but at the cost
of a skinned knee… I don’t quite know if its worth it.
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