Personal Narrative Essay: The Second Half Of The Game
Our seats in the stadium were located just above cloud level. My acrophobia, which usually kicks into high gear on the first wrung of a …show more content…
“Age ain’t nothing.”
“Well, they’re too tall anyway,” I said.
“You really think so,” he said and took another long drink.
“Yeah, I do,” I said with a laugh.
“We make ‘em short too,” he said and stopped walking.
Why I stopped I don’t know. “I have a short one,” I said pointing to my wife up ahead.
“I see,” he said and extended his hand. “You guys have a good time, and if you change your mind ‘bout a drink and them girls, come see.”
“Maybe, next time,” I said and shook his hand.
“Gotta go,” he said with a huge smile. “I need a refill.”
After catching up with my wife, I told her about my new friend. I am not sure she believed me, but she did keep me close to her side for the rest of the trip. I admit that once or twice as we were plodding our way to the top of Tiger Stadium, I thought about drinking a cold one with the Louisiana Goddess and my new friend. I had a choice; I could risk the possibility of a heart attack climbing to the top of Tiger Stadium, or I could die a slow death in front of the tall Louisiana Goddess and my friend at the hands of my short wife. I am here to write this blog because I chose the risk over the