Monday, December 26, 2011

View from the Tribune

The game was on, and I was sitting impatiently, looking at the game the players played on the field. I wish I could runaway, but something held me tight on my seat. All I could do was sending them a little prayer, with big hope, wishing them good luck, and waiting for the miracle to happen.
My only hope was, when I got home, I would be able to deliver my perspective in the right manner.

Spectators' eyes could be so misleading... and I wish my eyes would not be so.

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