The Last of the Football Fans Late At Night Under Halogen Lights
Aidan and I were gifted box seat tickets to a Saskatchewan Roughriders game on Friday night. Neither of us are football fans, but who can turn down catered upscale stadium food and the roar of the crowd? Not us.
After the whole thing wound down, I leaned over the railing to watch the patterns of people scattered and snaking out to parking lots and waiting buses, the asphalt lit by halogen lamps and red taillights. I was both alone and part of the grander scheme to make our way home and talk about that last play while stifling hot dog burps. The police barricaded a whole intersection so hundreds of us could pour through, and, for the first time in 15 years, I felt safe walking at night in this city.
Football just might be alright.