Personal Narrative: My First Experience In Foster Auditorium

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My First Experience in Foster Auditorium
When I was in high school I played volleyball all four years. I absolutely loved the sport and couldn’t get enough of it. I played on many travel teams and counted down the days until the summer Olympics, so I could watch the United States team play and dominate the tournament. I know the sport very well, but had never experienced a college game live. I had watched the Olympics since I was a kid and would watch the Texas Longhorns every once in awhile, but I had yet to go to a game. It is not that I did not want to, but at 16, I was just too young and was not old enough in my parents minds to drive to Tuscaloosa alone, at night. It would be almost three years later until I got to see the Crimson Tide
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It was a home game against Mississippi State in Foster auditorium at 8:00 P.M. I was upset to find that I could not be there on time, on the account I had earlier class and had to rush back to my dorm to shower and change. I finally got to the Foster auditorium around 8:45 P.M. I parked my car and followed some people in front of me that were obviously headed to the gym like me and decked out in UA merchandise. We went in a side door closest to the parking lot. When I walked through the door, I could immediately hear the announcers and cheering fans. I could feel the vibrations of the loud pumped up music. This was the first time I had been to a volleyball since the end of my senior year, and I honestly missed it so much. I walked down a long hallway full of pictures of the previous seasons and passed offices and meeting rooms. There were a few people walking the halls, but not many. I realized that by going in the side door, we were dumped right by the gym and no where near the ticket table. As a full time student, I am allowed to go to volleyball games for free, but I realized that it was pretty easy to just get pass the ticket …show more content…
My friend laughed at me and said, “Why are rooting for THEM?” as he point to MSU’s side of the court, “They are the enemy! How could you, traitor!!” He said in a half joking, half serious tone. I replied back with a giggle, “ I am not a traitor! I Just like it when teams give it their all on the court. I like watching teams that are passionate and get excited after they accomplish something. It makes it more fun to watch.” I meant every word I said. While I am still an Alabama fan, I could tell they needed to work on not just going through the

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