For this time’s blog post, I am going to
share my experience on watching real NBA
game when I was 18
years old. I went to the Boston
garden, which is one of the famous basketball team, Boston Celtics’ arena.
Standing in this arena that was 50 times larger than my home, I felt like a
needle in a haystack. So about 25,000 people surrounding me it’s like I’m one
grain of sand in the ocean. The people around the arena form a black and yellow
checker board. Their clothing engaged and looked like a throw. Smelling the
concession stand made me feel like a starving child. The smell of hotdogs and
Italian sausage reminds me of a back yard grill. The smell of melted cheese on
nachos made my stomach growl wishing I had some. I was able to get a taste of
the pretzels as a man and child walk by me with one. The warm bread with coarse
salt was delicious.
Then, a man on a microphone yelled out loud for the players to come out.
The roar of the people surrounding me was like being right behind the jet of an
airplane. The deafening noise made me squint my eyes. I clapped my hands along
with other fans, and my hands felt oily after just eating a hot piece of pizza.
My mouth was still filled with the sauce, saucy taste of the slice in my mouth.
I looked down towards the court where the
players have now started shooting baskets.
Their green coloured uniforms
stand out in the glare of the spotlights above. The court had a waxy look, like it has just been swept, and the glass backboards, had a shine just as bright as a new car.
The
game ended after that. Every single person
in the crowd wore smiles on their face as if they had just won a prize. Few others screamed and
showed displeasure as they swayed down the stairs to the doorway. The noise had greatly decreased that gave my ears a rest. It was down to a dull roar, like a breeze
blowing around leaves. My feet and hands were in pain from being pounded for nearly three hours.
NBA was not just a basketball game; it was an amazing
showcase that everyone was going wild. I still can remember the moment of dunk.
I think the difference between the NBA and the other leagues is of course it
can be whether players are good or not. However, I think the passion of fans is
mostly important. Fans
are the most important part to the team because they give the players
confidence, and whoever their favorite team is, they really love that team.
By telling my experience of NBA, I hope you can have a
little more interest on NBA or other sports to make the players more confidence.
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