The sun filtered through the trees as waited in the driveway.
“Are you guys ready to go?”
No, they weren’t.
“I’m taking off. I’ll meet you there, okay?”
I slide into the Fiero and back down the gravel driveway, narrowly missing the trees.
It’s the first game of the season — UT versus somebody, I never follow these things too closely. Surprisingly I don’t have too hard of a time getting in.
I start looking for my seat. I go all the way to the top of one set of metal bleachers, then I start heading back down a couple of rows over. Here are my seats, toward the front. The family is already waiting for me.
We watch the kickoff. At halftime, we decide to get some food.
It might have been nice if I explained — this football game was taking place in a huge, Wal-Mart-style warehouse. Just on the other side of the field, behind the bleachers, were the grocery aisles.
“I’ve found the cookies!” I shout, as I grab a pack of Oreos. I run back down the aisle and hop into the electric car. “Hit the gas; let’s check out and get back to our seats.”
We speed down the main aisle and everyone else wants to get into this long line. “No, let’s go down here…” They don’t follow, so I take my cookies and go.
I end up behind the scenes, long concrete hallways, heading to loading docks, locker rooms, storage. There’s a random mop and bucket sitting in the hallway.
Eventually, I make it back to my seat. Time to settle in for the second half…
