beneath the stadium

Yesterday I was on my way to the gate where I was working the ticket lines, all the way around the backside of the stadium, and realized I could see right onto the field. There’s a better view at some of the other gates, but I still snapped this going by:



There’s the promised land, where every couple weekends thousands of people come to wear orange and worship football. I had to buy a lot of orange when I moved here, because I didn’t own any. Orange is unflattering to my coloring, and makes me look sallow. It’s not as bad as yellow, but I rarely wore either color before I moved here. Now, though, I guess I love orange.

And there’s always someone nearby that it looks worse on.