The Patriot fans

The Patriot fans (note- this is only a rough draft and i have another half page to figure out.. so any imput will be used. what parts of the essay do you like. what part do you need to be writen more clearly)



The New England football fans are one of my best fans in the league. I went to the Patriots game this past Sunday. We were playing Baltimore. I was up at seven o’clock in the morning. I was at my friend’s by eight. We gathered up what was needed and were on the road by 9:30 a.m.. Once we were on Interstate-495 you could see all the other fans. I remember a family in a new Toyota with all their faces painted. As we got within three exits of the stadium the traffic started to get backed up. My friend Tom pointed out a privately-owned storage facility on the left side so we pulled in.
Greg mentions that he has never parked there before. You see, my friend Greg is a diehard fan. He knows every stat about every player on every team. But this wasn’t about every team. This is over the New England Patriots. As Tom finds a parking spot, I observe large groups o0f blue and white jerseys. I open the door and the smell of all the different meats getting grilled up hits me. I grab the 12-pack of Bud Light that I had bought the day before. Tom and Greg grab one from the box. It is crazy to see all the people mashed together in the pre-game celebration. I hear an older man yell out, “Welker is playing today!”, and the crowd cheers. I guess this is because he’s been on the inactive list. About an hour before the game, we started to head over to the stadium. The streets are covered with blue and white, like a never-ending cloud covering the street.
Tom is the first to the main gate. A group of raven fans stand behind us in line. It could not have been ten minutes before a Patriot’s fan yells, “Flacco looks like Burt from Sesame Street”. People started to laugh. Gillette Stadium is great. The new stadium gleam in the high noon sun. Our seats are in section 312, row 13, seat 20. It is in the third tier.
The Patriots come out on the field. The crowd stands and roars like a lion from the Heavens. New England kicks off. On the return, the runner gets smashed and a fumble is on the field. The fans jump out of their seats and start to scream. Unfortunately, the Pats first drive ends in a field goal. The crowd takes the three points. A man yells, “Who made those play calls?”. Greg shakes his head agreeing with the man. Around Half Time, we decide to go hunting for better seats.
The stadium is packed. Shoulder to shoulder, people with either a beer or food in their hands. Some people are nicer than others. You can tell who is more aggressive because they walk around with big frowns on their faces.
We find some great seats in the second tier with a perfect view of the Pat’s end zone. This is nice because the past three sections we were in, the ticket holders returned to their seats. Politely we leave and kept looking for new seats. Until we come across these great seats. The people sittings near these seats tell us no one has claimed these.
The game is great. The stakes are high, too. Greg yells, “Defense, do your job! I got 200 bucks on this game!”. Tom and I just smile as he gets all pumped up. Greg says, “Look, Jared! Look!”. Moss runs to the outside toward the end zone. Tom Brady throws the perfect pass over his shoulder, right into Moss’ hands, and the crowd goes nuts! I can’t even hear myself think. In one second, all the Raven’s fans drop their heads. The final drive is stopped by Baltimore’s defense. The clock stops for the two minute warning. Baltimore now has the ball and we are only winning by a little more than a field goal. The more the clock winds down, the more the crowd yells. You can see that the Ravens are having a hard time hearing the audible.
The fans noise grows and grows. People are banging their seats. Anything that makes the loudest noise to screw the other team up. The Pats pull it together to stop the drive with only a few yards to spare. A giant wave starts from the people standing and jumping in excitement.
Leaving the stadium, I realize that this game is a part of the fans. It is a lifestyle, an obsession. The scene is addicting and I can see why they are how they are.