The fist football game

It was such a nice morning with the bright yellow sun and fresh air from the grass through the window. I stretched out my two arms and found my heart was throbbing. I was so excited because it was the day that I watched a football game in the first time of my life. From early in the morning I learned how to cheer Ole Miss football team and practice out loud with my friends.
“Are you ready?!
Hell yeah! Damn right! Hotty Toddy! Gosh almighty! Who the hell are we? Hey! Film flam! Bim bam! Ole Miss by damn!”
We kept practicing so that we could enjoy the game more than 100%.

After the light lunch we went to the Grove to se the tail gating. The band was playing music and people in nice dress were enjoying food and drinks under their red and blue tents. Everything was as wonderful as I imagined last night in the bed. I couldn’t wait more for the game.

Half an hour before the game my friends and I entered the stadium, took the seats in where all of the Rebels’ fans settled, and put our bags under the bleachers. It was amazing to be surrounded by hundreds of fans and to shout the chant together. Closer to the game more excited.

Finally my clock told me it was 3:30 p.m. The bands and the cheerleaders had the great performances and the players marched grandly onto the field. I cheered and clapped as any other audience did in the stadium. The game started and I concentrated on the game not to miss any scene of the game. Even though I didn’t fully understand the rule I was able to enjoy the game because I was happy enough to shout out the chant and to watch the scoreboard saying the Rebels were winning.

Until in the first few minutes of the second quarter the Rebels were winning. Every audience went wild as their team earned more and more scores. However, all of the sudden the opponent played striking well and turned the tide in the game in the middle of second quarter. People went much crazier. They started to shout as loud as a bird would fall from the sky, to drink bear more and more, and have more smoke.


My friends and I was little let down so decided to have some refreshments from the snack bar. I pulled out my bag under the seat to take the money for the snack. But then suddenly my eyes wide opened in surprise and my right hand holding the bag started trembling as to let it loose. I could even feel that my face turned red. “Oh my God! What is that on your bag?” one of my friends said. There was a hole burned by the cigarette. All of my friends and of course including myself stood speechless in the chock. I felt that I could not enjoy the game anymore unless I found who did this on my bag.

The break time started and I looked over the people around me to find some evidences. I found a woman holding her little baby in her arms who was standing on the floor where was littered with cigarette butts. I asked her, “Excuse me. Did you smoke during the game and threw the cigarette on my bag?” She answered me with the embarrassed face, “No, I didn’t. I’ve quit smoking since I had my baby. I guess that cigarettes were from someone else’s. Sorry about your bag, anyway.”


I found a drunken couple who were sitting behind me. I asked them, “Did you smoke during the game?” The drunken couple seemed not to listen to me. They kept going on the bustand shouting the chant. “Are you ready?! H…he…ll Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah! D…damn…” but then I caught he was holding a cigarette. However, he was too drunk to answer or even to understand what I was saying to him.

Lastly, I found a smoking guy who was sitting next to me. I asked him, “Excuse me. Did you smoke during the game, too?” He denied, “No. This is my first smoke. Look at this. I just opened it.” He showed me the pack of cigarettes with one cigarette missing. “Oh, I see. I’m sorry. Enjoy your smoking.” However, at the moment I turned, I found out the empty packet which was the same brand with the cigarette he was smoking under his left foot. I asked him again, “Then what is that under your foot.” “I don’t know. Is it yours?” he answered making annoyed face.

The game started again and all of the people in the stadium besides me began to be excited again. I tried to forget about the hole on my bag and to focus on the game. However, I couldn’t help thinking who had dome this terrible job on my bag. Eventually, the game ended up and the Rebels lost with one point. Everyone looked sad and disappointed. Especially, I was the one who looked sad, disappointed, and unpleased most.