The Big Game

Today was the day; today was the day of the NMSU/UNM football game. It is without a doubt one of the greatest games to watch for an Aggie or Lobo. We go there to tailgate, talk trash to the Lobo fans, and watch the game unfold. It will be my second time watching the game, so this should be fun.

I showed up to the game 8 minutes after the start of the game. The stadium was packed full of Aggie fans and Lobo fans, and it was very loud. As I walked to the entrance, I heard a group of frat boys from NMSU chanting, “F**k the Lobos!” My first thought was that they were drunk, so it wouldn’t be too bad. After I handed the staff members my I.D. to enter the game, I walked in to see many Aggie and Lobo fans walking around chanting. I was just searching around for a few friends to hang out with. And fortunately, I found a few. They were all wearing their NMSU gear from shirts to hats like mine. And there was also 2 Lobo fans with their gear on too.

The Lobos were the first to score, making the game 7-0 on a touchdown. It should have actually been the Aggies who scored, but the quarterback threw an interception. When the interception happened, the Aggie fans were angry and yelling. The anger and yelling got worse when the Lobos scored the touchdown. As for the Lobo fans, they cheered and chanting things like, “F**k the Aggies!” and “Everyone’s a Lobo!” One of the Lobo fans even had a bullhorn, blowing into it constantly.

After the Lobos kicked the ball over, I saw that there was a dog running on the field. He appeared to be retrieving the kicking tee for the team. As the Aggies had the ball, they drove the ball down the field. For every first down, the Aggies cheered and the radio announcer yelled, “First down, Aggies!” And then finally, the Aggies scored the touchdown to tie the game. When they did, the entire stadium got extremely loud.

This went on for a while. The Lobos scored to take the lead, the Aggies scored to tie the game. And then, it went into halftime with the Lobos leading 21-14. The halftime show consisted of the Lobo marching band playing first. They were named “The Spirit of New Mexico.” The Lobo fans cheered while the Aggie fans booed. After 5 or 10 minutes of having conversations with friends about the game, it was time for the Aggie marching band, or “The Pride of New Mexico” to come out and play. The band played songs by the band Queen. And the whole time, the Aggie fans cheered and the Lobo fans booed.

After the halftime show, the third quarter began. It was back to chanting on and on about how the Lobos sucked. The Aggies scored a touchdown to tie the game, and now it seemed like it was in the Aggies’ momentum. After the ball got kicked to the Lobos, the Lobos drove down the field, but could not get a touchdown. So, they settled for a field goal, making the game 24-21. The ball got kicked back to the Aggies, and instead of a tie, they took the lead with a touchdown, making it 28-24 now. It was the first time the Aggies led the game. The stadium was much louder than it was before now.

The 4^th quarter started. A few Aggie fans were actually leaving, even though the team was leading. I’m not sure if it was because they had something to do instead or because they knew we’d lose. But they must have known because as soon as they left, the Lobos took the lead with a touchdown, making it 31-28. Once again, the game was back and forth. It was intense. And no surprise, the Aggies drove down the field for another touchdown. And there was only a few minutes left. The Lobos still had time to make a comeback. Now, the stadium was at its peak in volume. Everyone was yelling, screaming, chanting. The Lobos now had the ball, ready to make the comeback. The Lobos continued to drive the ball down the field, with each play being louder than the next. Until finally, with 32 seconds left, the Lobos scored the touchdown to take the lead. The Lobos fans yelled in victory! But it was not over. There was still time. Unfortunately, the Aggies did not make it in time, and the team lost. Lobos fans were happy now, chanting and jumping in joy. It was indeed a very good game.

The Flea Market

There was one flea market I went to my whole life. Everything was basically the same to me when I went there. All I did was walked around the area, which was filled with a lot of varieties of people walking around as well. They would all walk to a table and look around for stuff to buy. There were hats, toys, tools, food, and all other kinds of things. There wasn’t much to it, so I decided to visit a brand new flea market for a change.

One flea market that came to mind was an indoor flea market called the Pickles Pavilion, which was in another part of the county. The original one that I went to was called the Cow Bell, and it was an outdoor flea market. I entered the Pickles Pavilion and I immediately knew it was different. It was smaller, but looked more furnished than the Cow Bell. I decided to stroll down the first row. There were all sorts of things there, such as a popcorn machine and a bunch of hats in one sitting. But what caught my eye the most was a stand filled with Buddha statues. It was a surprise. There were Buddha statues in New Mexico? And each one was significant because it felt as if they stared down at my soul. It felt powerful. But it made me uncomfortable, so I left the stand. 

I went down the second row. There truly wasn’t much there, except for someone selling old movies on VHS. I thought to myself, who in the right mind buys this stuff anymore? I was not amused, so I headed for the third row. Now this place was probably the most amazing thing I had ever seen. There were quilts all over the place. Each had a beautiful pattern. The colors that were used to make these quilts were incredible. And the shapes that were used were even better. The colors were mixed in together really well to make a magnificent pattern, such as blue and green and red and yellow. And the shapes were sown together well to make diamond shapes and circles. When I went to touch the quilts, they felt soft and well woven together. I heard a voice asking me if I liked the quilts. The man was old, and he looked as if he knew everything about everything. I said yes. But in fact, I was fascinated with them, so I asked where the quilts were made. “These quilts were made by all kinds of cultures. Mexico, India, the Native Americans,” he responded. This man must have been all over the world to get these quilts. I was stunned.

After examining the quilts, I went to the fourth row. There was something I’d also enjoy. There was a sports section. I examined the teams. There were MLB teams, NFL teams, NHL, teams. There were jerseys, hats, lanyards. But other than that, there wasn’t much else, so I went to the fifth row.

                

At the sixth row, I felt like I was in Mexico. Mariachi music as playing and the stands were filled with food. At one stand, I saw Mexican candy. And on another, I noticed there were CD’s and DVD’s. I walked over to the DVD section. I looked at the titles. These were strange. The DVD’s contained movies that wouldn’t even be released on DVD in America. But alas, I let it go. I felt there was no need to complain. So I went to the last row.

                

This place rather odd. The background looked as if it was the 1960’s. There was a rocking chair on one stand, so without thinking, I decided to sit on it. I was just there until I heard a conversation. I couldn’t help but listen, since I spent the whole time walking. It was the voices of old men. One man said, “Hey Greg, remember how it was back then at our time? When there was no trouble brewing?” “Greg” responded with, “Ah yes, George. Back when Kennedy was our president and everything in our country was run well.” I could just imagine what it was like back then. The way those men said it, it seemed like heaven. The record players, the cars, the music that was played. “I wish Elvis Presley would just live forever,” said Greg. “Me too, Greg. It seems like music stinks these days,” said George. I felt like I could agree, and I laughed to myself. “Who’s there?” said George. I just walked away quickly before they knew who I was. So then, I decided to take my leave from the Pickles Pavilion. It was indeed a good place to visit.