Standing here, in this arena that's larger than five of my houses, I feel like a needle in a haystack. So many people surround me it's like I'm a little grain of sand in a huge ocean. The people in round gymnasium all form a crimson, white, and blue rainbow. Their shirts mesh together like a finely woven shirt with different colors strings. Smelling the concession stand foods, makes me feel like a starving child. The aroma of the melted cheese on nachos, makes me want to be outside having a picnic. The smell of tenderly cooked hot-dogs makes my stomach growl wishing I had some. I can taste the hamburgers as somebody walks by with one. The warm meat, with a sweet barbecue sauce is delicious.
Then, a man on a loud intercom yells for the players to come out. The roar of the people surrounding me is like being right behind the jet of an airplane.
A cooked hot dog garnished with mustard.
Pork steaks cooking over a charcoal fire
English: Hunt's barbecue sauce. Español: Salsa ba...The deafening noise makes me squint my eyes. I open them though and stand of the lightly cushioned seat. I clap my hands along with the other fans, and my hands feel greasy after just eating a hot piece of pizza. My mouth still has the pasty, saucy taste of the slice in my mouth. I look down towards the court where the players have now started shooting baskets. Their brightly colored uniforms stand out in the glare of the spotlights above. The court has a waxy look, like it was just swept, and the glass backboards, have a shine as bright as a new car.
The band starts playing a song and the crowd swings their arms back and forth through the air. The mass of people moving looks like a field of wheat blowing in a spring breeze. A lady...