Saturday, December 1, 2007
You can taste winter on the air. Colors flash around you out of the corner of your eye- red, gold, maroon, navy, cloud, gold. It's 9am but you smell the meat as footballs whiz past your head. The beer racing down your throat is as cold as the day. The green of the field stretches on in front of you as the sounds of the gridiron encircle you. Your pulse races, your heart stops and you hold your breath. Sound and motion slow down. When times speeds up again you are surrounded by jubilation and utter despair.