Crack Kills

I went to a soccer game today. I should have enjoyed this intense match of highly talented teams, but my attention was drawn to something very unpleasant. You see, the soccer stadium has the equivalent of two tiers. The first is an upper level where you stand overlooking the field. Down on field level there are your normal bleachers and people sitting on the grass. While the soccer game was playing out on the field as scheduled, a female spectator stole the show. Standing in the upper tier, I had the perfect view of this girl. A young, college girl, very unsuspecting of her show stealing stunts; I think.

For this poor young girl's shirt had crept up a bit, and her jeans, unfortunately had slipped down. If it were one or the other, this may not have been a show stealer. But, the combination of both, allowed for a good amount of back and crack to show. Now, really, I didn't want to look. It wasn't a pleasant sight, but it was like there were magnets drawing my eyes, and everyone else around me's eyes, to it. The main attraction went beyond the crack, it was the striking acne that covered all that was bare. Quiet a frightening and stomach turning sight.

What I don't get is how you don't feel that. In fact, it was a fairly windy day. And certainly our chilliest day this fall. I would imagine she felt a rather strong breeze back there. At sporting events, I like to eat popcorn. I didn't have any at this soccer game, but I sure wish I did. I imagined myself tossing my popcorn in hopes of landing in the crack. I have a pretty good aim. I think I could have made a few shots.

Luckily, to the relief of everyone on the top tier, the young girl, who I am sure is extremely kind and pleasant, stood up and left. I continued on watching the game much happier. Others, however, expressed the lasting effect of the crack. I guess crack only kills some. I am a survivor.