It was a snowy day in Montana, but then again what was really new. I felt as if Old Man Winter was not going to let up on his relentless persistence to turn me into a frozen pop-sickle. The game had just begun. It was my first one I"d attended in Montana. Although the weather was nothing short of mere torture, the crowd turned out just the same. .
The Montana Grizzlies and the MSU Bobcats have been fierce enemies since day one. These two football teams are the best in Montana; well I think that they are the only two in The Big Sky, which is the motto for Montana. .
As the kickoff time grew nearer, I felt a weakness in my stomach. It was almost like a needle being pricked in my skin repeatedly in the same place. It was not necessarily painful, more extremely uncomfortable. I tried to ignore it, but it just would not go away. The winter had truly kicked in. I was beginning to feel my hands freeze, and that was only the beginning.
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As I took a look around at the faithful fans of these two teams, I regretfully have to admit that a sense of ease came over me, as I realized that I was not the only one fighting this sharp piercing wind, and frosty snow. I know that it was wrong of me to feel this way, but at least I knew that I was not alone. .
Everyone around me was dressed in his or her best wool, and flannel clothes. It amazed me though to no end, to notice, that no matter how many hard earned dollars were spent on winter attire, it did not seem to be enough to protect us from this extremity that surrounded us all. .
I could tell, that even though we all came out there to support our favorite team, none of us seemed to pay much attention to the players on the field. I felt terrible for not supporting them by yelling and cheering, but it was all that I could do to keep my jaw in place. I was shivering so relentlessly that I thought my jaw would just break. .
The referee blew his whistle, the clock was on the board, the players were in position, and the cowed was silent! It was time for the kickoff of the game.
