Friday, November 8, 2019
Free Essays on Contemplation
Have you ever had a relationship where you have been with the person so long that you donââ¬â¢t know what to get them for a gift anymore? I was in that situation at Christmas and never though it would cause me to have an eye opening moment. ââ¬Å"Mike hurry up weââ¬â¢re going to be lateâ⬠, we were going to a Leafs game. I got him tickets for Christmas, which was the only thing I could think of and very difficult to get, so I was pretty excited. We got on the train finally and I found myself looking for other people who were going to the game. There were all sorts of people. There was a mother and her daughter the little girl had her face painted with a blue maple leaf. There were three businessmen, I could hear them talking about the game. An old man was holding his ticket so hard it looked like he thought someone was going to take it from him. It was a nice train ride that built up anticipation for the game. Time flew by as I asked Mike all the questions I could think of about the Leafs. In no time we were off the train and heading to the ACC. We gave the person at the gate our tickets and headed to find our seats. I again found myself looking at people this time because certain things caught my ey e. There was a man already drunk, swaying on his feet, a group of girls wearing ... I think it was clothes, a group of businessmen were eating sushi, I hate sushi. Then I saw what I thought was a typical group of hockey fans wearing jeans and jerseys. All of these different people were very interesting to me, so as we sat down I was still analyzing them while Mike watched the warm up. At first, I noticed how empty the arena was and wondered why there were not more people here to watch their home team warm up. So I asked Mike, ââ¬Å"Most of the people who come and watch these games are people who do not care about hockey. Itââ¬â¢s just that they have seasonââ¬â¢s tickets.â⬠He said. I thought that was ridiculous. I donââ¬â¢t like hoc... Free Essays on Contemplation Free Essays on Contemplation Have you ever had a relationship where you have been with the person so long that you donââ¬â¢t know what to get them for a gift anymore? I was in that situation at Christmas and never though it would cause me to have an eye opening moment. ââ¬Å"Mike hurry up weââ¬â¢re going to be lateâ⬠, we were going to a Leafs game. I got him tickets for Christmas, which was the only thing I could think of and very difficult to get, so I was pretty excited. We got on the train finally and I found myself looking for other people who were going to the game. There were all sorts of people. There was a mother and her daughter the little girl had her face painted with a blue maple leaf. There were three businessmen, I could hear them talking about the game. An old man was holding his ticket so hard it looked like he thought someone was going to take it from him. It was a nice train ride that built up anticipation for the game. Time flew by as I asked Mike all the questions I could think of about the Leafs. In no time we were off the train and heading to the ACC. We gave the person at the gate our tickets and headed to find our seats. I again found myself looking at people this time because certain things caught my ey e. There was a man already drunk, swaying on his feet, a group of girls wearing ... I think it was clothes, a group of businessmen were eating sushi, I hate sushi. Then I saw what I thought was a typical group of hockey fans wearing jeans and jerseys. All of these different people were very interesting to me, so as we sat down I was still analyzing them while Mike watched the warm up. At first, I noticed how empty the arena was and wondered why there were not more people here to watch their home team warm up. So I asked Mike, ââ¬Å"Most of the people who come and watch these games are people who do not care about hockey. Itââ¬â¢s just that they have seasonââ¬â¢s tickets.â⬠He said. I thought that was ridiculous. I donââ¬â¢t like hoc...
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