First Football Game?

      As a freshman here at Virginia Tech, we are constantly reminded of what an amazing experience the football games are. We see them on tv, hear all about the talent of the players, and now we finally have the chance to witness it with our own eyes. Every year, the very second that the lottery opens up, the computer systems are flooded with submissions from ticket-winning hopefuls. We are told that some get lucky and get to see EVERY game. Others may not even win the lottery once their whole freshman year. Unfortunately, so far, this is where I come in. 

      Being one of the excited hopefuls, I signed up for the lottery that took place for the first game against Georgia Tech. Everybody was talking about signing up, and I started to wonder about my chances as they seemed to grow slimmer already. Two days passed, and I heard people out in the hallway excited about their lucky win with the lottery. Sure enough, I didn't win, but there was always the next round right? Well, I didn't win that one either. I had three options: buy a ticket, try to get in some other way, or find people to watch it on our tv.

First, I checked my bank account. It looks like I am going to have to try plan B.

      After much discussion with some of the upperclassmen down the hall, I conjured up a plan. I was told that the security does not allow people that are too drunk to get into the game, and that their tickets are usually given away at the gate. All I would have to do is wait outside of the gate for awhile. The plan seemed flawless, considering all of the tailgating that I heard was supposed to be  happening before the game.

     The day finally came. I was confident in my plan, and couldn't wait to try to get in. Finally, the gates opened and the lines of people formed as long and fast as a line of preteen girls at a Justin Beiber signing. I was finally up by the gate. The first drunk guy got kicked out, but he didn't look too happy. I started to approach him but,I decided that it may be better just to wait for the next one. Sure enough, another was denied entry. This one only seemed upset, so I decided to ask him if he would give me his ticket instead of throwing it away. Still, he asked for money, and I didn't have enough. Then the third came, and I started to realize that this task must have been a lot easier for the females who inspired this plan.

      I gave up and decided to head back to the dorm to watch it. I searched the floors asking people if they wanted to join me, but all I found were a bunch of soulless robots who were trying to get ahead on homework...? At this point, I could not be more confused. So I started watching it in my room alone. Then out of nowhere, my roommate busted in with 5 of his friends right before kick-off. It seemed like the night was saved for the most part, but I am still jealous that I couldn't go to this incredible game myself.