Football
Saturday, October 18th, 2008
Saturday mornings in the autumn are alive with crowd noise and spiraling footballs before the frost has burned off the college campuses. The marching bands line the cold-metal bleachers letting the music loose over the hash marks and goalposts, into the earholes on the helmets belonging to players still weary from the early rise and expected to battle, first thing.
Fans enter through the gates and stop by the stale-smelling windows cut into the stadiums’ brick bellies to buy throwaway cups of hot cocoa. They wrap their hands around them and feel the heat throught the thin gloves matching the school colors on their jackets and scarves, the folding seats they carry under arm and the pennants from the souvenier stands. Then they walk through the dim hallways and up the crumbling stairs into the light and out into the bowls of seats. (more…)
