Growing up I drove an old rusty dirty gold 1998 ford contour. A burger with the grease popping and sizzling on the grill with a layer of a thin sliced piece of American cheese. I like to listen to Kendrick Lamar a rapper who writes up beat tempo songs but also has a couple slow tempo songs.
My high school football field
When you walk in from the top hill through the shinny chain link fence you get a full glimpse of the well taken care of eagles nest. Freshly painted white lines you can see a mile away with the fresh cut grass from the day before that makes it look like a checker board. Then when the orange sun sets the lights appear and you are living a movie on the field as you take center stage.
Listening from the very beginning to the wonderful up beat music the marching band plays as they make there way to the field. Hearing all the small conversation echoing through the stadium with thunderous cheering from the school student section. The high pitch whistle right before the thud of football being kicked and a few seconds later a crack of violence from two players facing off.
Smelling the concession stand famous fries that you could smell from the other side of the stadium. The sweat that drips from each player at the bottom of a dog pile and the odor similar to an old gym locker room after a class.
The fans screaming with pride for their team. Shouts of joy from fans watching their team dominate or the famous "hip hip booo" chant from the kids to the people on the field that look like zebras. Coaches spiting with anger.
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