Cahlya's First Football Game (a Short Story)
Some of you, my fellow writers, may be aware of a couple of rather unpleasant events that my family has experienced recently. I could bury my head in the sand and have a little pity-party all by myself, but I feel that writing is a much better therapy.
In fact, I was tempted to write something dark and depressing or scathing about politics or ISIS (but others have already done a great job on those fronts). Instead, I think, I wisely decided to write this little story. It doesn't contain any really dramatic events like car chases, gunfights, or murders. No aliens, pirates, or Indiana Jones-type heroes. But it made me feel good, and that's what I needed.
I hope you enjoy "Cahlya's First Football Game." (I know Cahlya may sound like a strange name, but it's my youngest granddaughter's name and I love it.
Cahlya's First Football Game
“Cahlya, are you ready?” my dad called from the bottom of the stairs.
“Yes, Daddy!” I replied as butterflies danced in my tummy with the excitement that I was about to attend my first ever football game. In fact, I had been dressed and ready for almost an hour. I just couldn’t wait.
I raced downstairs to meet my dad at the door, just stopping to kiss my mom goodbye as I passed. “Enjoy the game, Sweety,” she said with a smile.
I think Daddy was almost as excited as me going by the grin on his face as he drove. This was the first game he’d taken me to, but I was nine now so it was about time I thought.
Sometimes I think he wished I was a boy, but that wasn’t going to happen. And hey, I could do anything any boy could, and I liked football! Some of my friends called me a “tomboy”, whatever that was. I didn’t even know any boys named Tom.
We arrived at the stadium and I didn’t know where to look. It was just so big, and I’d never seen so many people. Dad paid for our tickets and we slowly pushed through the gates and up into the stands. Music was playing, and as we sat down fireworks started exploding in the sky. I was so excited and the game hadn’t even started.
Lot’s of people wore the colors of their favorite team, one much more than the other. Daddy said that was the home team’s colors. I wished I had worn one of those colors too but I didn’t know which team to support so I would have had to wear both.
When the teams made their way onto the field the crowd cheered, and I had to put my hands over my ears when the home team came out. The noise was so loud, but also exciting. Can you believe, this was my very first “live” football game, and I was with my Dad? This was so good!
Another thing I noticed was how green and smooth the grass on the field was. It was like a beautiful green carpet. Daddy said they pay people to keep it that way so the footballers don’t slip over and stuff.
When the first touchdown was scored the cheerleaders for that team jumped up and started dancing and chanting their team war-cry. I thought that was cool, but then a man in front of us wearing opposing colors yelled some curse words so bad it made me blush. My dad tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to watch his mouth. The man looked at me, a little embarrassed, and said “sorry.” My dad is so brave!
At half-time, we went to the restroom, but it took forever as you had to line up and wait your turn. Then we headed to the food stand. Oh, my! The smells of different foods cooking were incredible. Daddy bought two hot dogs, fries, sodas, and even a bag of popcorn! Luckily we managed to get back to our seats just as the game was restarting.
The second half was even better than the first, and there was lots of cheering. I heard a few more curse words from people in the crowd, but I just giggled. I guess they loved their team, like my dad does.
It was good because any action you missed on the field you could watch on the big screen. I didn’t care who won but when the full-time siren sounded my dad jumped out of his seat and gave a fist pump in the air, so I know he was happy with the result.
I loved attending my first football match with my dad, and can’t wait for the next.
What is your favorite team sport?
I wish to make a correction. My granddaughter's name is actually, "Cahlya" with a "C" and not "Kahlya" as I originally wrote here. This will help to explain any comments that may refer to "Kahlya" for more recent readers of the hub.
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