It's 10 minutes until the game begins. Fans and supporters of both soccer teams horde the security entrance as bags and pockets are checked. All around me, I see Philadelphia Union gear with an occasional jersey or sweatshirt of the rival team. Once in the stadium, I navigate through the crowded stadium, looking for my seat section. I scan the bold letters on my ticket; G3. After searching, I find the section pillar with the corresponding number and letter. An excuse me here, excuse me there, and I finally get to my seat.
As the game kicks off, the crowd lights up with excitement. The team chant, doop, rings throughout the stadium. I chant along with the supporters and fans next to me, my voice confident and loud. With the twirl of my tongue, I encompass the worlds and volumes of the worlds*. The chants eventually quiet down until another significant play is made again. Although Union fans come to watch their team play, the supporters themselves keep the team spirit alive. This is true for many other sports teams. The teams are great alone, but the fans give them life. An amazing team can't exist without a good fanbase, it alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all*. At half-time, I rush to the bathrooms as many others do, anxious that the game will start without me. As I wait, I lean to my side to see the line that stretches to what seems like miles. Once done, I make a quick pit stop for an odd-looking hot dog and jog back to my seat.
A loud whistle is blown and the final minutes of the game conclude. A 3-1 win for the Philadelphia Union. An ocean of fans cheer and shout as they flood the stadium exit and leave for home. The supporters are one, the Union passion surges through us all. Strangers from all over Philadelphia join each other to share an experience at this stadium. People alike and unalike come together for the beautiful game.
With the twirl of my tongue, I encompass the worlds and volumes of the worlds
it alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all