Standing here, in this arena a hundred times bigger than my house, I feel like a needle in a haystack. So many people around 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 are intertwined and look like a throw. The smell from the kiosk makes me feel like a hungry child. The aroma of hot dogs and Italian sausage reminds me of a backyard barbecue. The smell of melted cheese on the nachos makes my stomach growl wanting to have some. I can taste the pretzels as a man and a boy walk past me with one. Warm bread with coarse salt is delicious. Then a loud announcer shouts for the players to come out. The roar of the crowd surrounding me was like being directly behind an airplane...