Go to a football game

“I climbed down from my bed and peeked out the window to see tents of red and black covering the landscape. Already, the smell of bratwurst on the grill filled the air and permeated my window. Somewhere in the distance, the band was warming up, and I could hear the energetic cadence of the drums and the blasts of the trumpets. This is wonderful! This is going to be a wonderful day! For a moment, it didn't matter if I was alone or not.”

“The crowd thickened at the gates to Sanford Stadium and my anticipation gave way to anxiety. I felt alone again in this huge crowd, an ocean of red and black with the sights and sounds of college football becoming all-consuming. "Goooooooooo Georgia Bulldogs!" I finally emerged from the crowd at the gate and caught my breath before I began the steep climb up the steps to the 600 section — all the way at the top, with the rest of the freshmen. [...] At last, my tunnel number appeared and I walked through to a sight now burned into my memory. The ocean of red and black that clogged the gates to the stadium was now a rolling wave of fandom encircling the Georgia G on the field.”