Standing here, in this arena a hundred times bigger than my house, I feel like a needle in a haystack. So many people surround me, it's like I'm a grain of sand in an entire ocean. The people around the arena form a black and yellow checkerboard. Their clothes fit together and look like a throw. Smelling the concession stand makes me feel like a starving child. The aroma of hot dogs and Italian sausages reminds me of a backyard grill. The smell of melted cheese on the nachos makes my stomach growl wishing I had some. I can taste the pretzels as a man and a child pass by me with one. The warm bread with coarse salt is delicious. Then an announcer on a loud intercom yells at the players to get out. The roar of the crowd around me was like I was directly behind a jet plane....