A few days ago I went to my school's football game against our rivals. My dad drops me and my friends off at the rival school's parking lot and we make our way to the football field. We pay for our tickets and enter the field. Some girls ask us if we want a program, and it only costs $1. Yeah right, like I'm going to spend a dollar for that. What exactly am I supposed to look forward to for something like this? The half-time show? All it is is cheerleaders and the marching-band. What else could there possibly be that would require a program?!?
Since this is a rival game, we have to sit on the opposite side of the field, or the side with less seats and farther away from the restrooms. But that's okay, because there's some people with cardboard signs behind me that keep accidentally hitting me in the back with them. I'm having a great time so far.
So the game starts. The first quarter was brutal; our rival school made two touchdowns, and we made none.
Now it's the half-time show. Me and my friends are sitting so far away from the speekers we can't hear the music play. But now the band comes on, starting with some song by this old dead dude. Then they play "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson as a tribute to him. As if that weren't funny enough, then they play "Thriller" and start dancing to it. This was the first time I was glad I was facing the back-side of the band. Now I don't hate band, in fact, some of my friends are in band. It's just, seriously?!? Michael Jackson? It was just a little too wierd for me.
Now it's the final half, and we manage to get a touch-down, but so do the rival team. I go get some hot chocolate, because it's surprisingly cold out for an August night. When I get back, the game ended with a score of 26-7. My friends and I walk across the street to where my dad would pick us up. And that's the game.