Pen to the Paper 18

Jets soared through the sky above the arena, leaving red, white, and blue streaks across the sky.

“Ain’t it beautiful?” I said into the mic, looking at the crowd as they stared up in awe. “Spectacular. Love it. My prediction is that the sports ball team is going to make a homerun down the ten yard line to make a slam dunk. Sports ball is the best sport, like, ever. Goodness, I love sports ball!

“Yeah, man. The Super Bowl is tonight. Looking forward to watching two teams I don’t give a darn about battle over a trophy I don’t give a darn about. Just another reason to eat food, really. If you didn’t catch on, I have no idea how football works. Okay, I do a little, I’m just not into it. When I say that I am there for the food, I mean that the only reason I am there is for the food. And it is hilarious to watch my father scream and yell at the TV, throw the remote, and pace up and down the hall in rage, trying his hardest not to punch a hole in the wall.

“He is a Seahawks fan (and, therefore, I identify myself as one when asked, even though I pay no attention whatsoever to it), so this year is especially tough with the Rams, the Seahawks’ arch nemesis, being in the Bowl.

“Can’t wait to watch him get so worked up every time whoever the other team is (see, I told you I didn’t pay attention) makes a bad play and the Rams make an advancement.

“But enough sports, who’s ready for some PEN TO THE PAPER, BABAAAAY!?”