Flags and banners flapping in the breeze....we wear our colours like badges of honour.
We cheer, we scream, we yell when our favourites go thundering past....we don't care who it is as long as he is wearing our colours....Red versus Blue...as it should be.
A splash of beer on our shoes, the smoke in our eyes, deafened by the sound generated by these gas-guzzling monsters....but who cares??? This is why we come, this is our lives!!
A man sitting alone (wearing his colours), a family with kids (wearing their colours), a woman and her baby, staring at us all like we have transformed into something out of a Stephen King novel (but she still wears the colours)....
The smells - the sounds - the colour....all part of our tribalistic pilgrimage to this sacred site....
Welcome to our Holy Grail, Welcome to The Mountain!!!
(This is an old story, written a few months back but I feel it is one of my favourites)
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