In the Hills Like White Elephants and in My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) the authors use little things that might not mean much to the reader but mean a lot to them for example in My Name Is Margaret the author uses dishware to symbolize that she didn’t want to be treated like a slave anymore and breaking the dishes was like her breaking free and in the Hills Like White Elephants the white elephant isn’t an elephant at all in fact in symbolizes a baby that is yet to be born and the hills are the belly of a pregnant woman so in this blog post I hope to make a similar connection to something in my life that may not mean something to the reader but means something to me. Flyer, Penguins battle of Pennsylvania outdoors on a freezing cold, rainy night on February 23rd at Lincoln Financial Field this is a game I had been dying to go to since they first announced it a year prior. My dad had gotten us tickets for Christmas and I got myself a jersey they would be wearing in the game so we arrive at the stadium it hasn’t started raining yet but we knew it was going to at some point and that would only make the conditions colder. We get to our seats on the first level and settle in for the game even though it was the eagles stadium there was a lot of orange and rightfully so, the game starts and it starts to rain but not like a downpour rain it was more of an annoying mist rain which wasn’t much better as it was still freezing cold due to the cold weather to begin with. Flyers go up 1-0 then the Penguins answer back at this point the rain had subsided and as the first period ended we had a concert to keep us entertained during the intermission it was a Keith Urban concert which me and my dad liked since we liked country music. He ends his performance and its time for the second period which is when things went very bad the Penguins scored two unanswered goals and it was getting colder by the minute on top of that but I was determined to try to stay. Second period ends and things were looking bleak the flyers were down two and it was just getting increasingly colder and then the rain comes back again to make things worse I say to my dad “ Hey can I have the hand warmers my hands and feet are going a little numb from the cold.” He asks “ do you wanna see what they do in the third and if they don’t do anything leave early.” I said “ yeah that sounds good cause we are down 3-1 and the rain isn’t gonna stop and its just gonna get colder.” The third period starts the rain continues but the hand warmers were working I was a little less cold it gets to around 6 minutes left and by this point most of the fans had left because it was still very cold and miserable and we were still down. My dad says “ Do you wanna leave there is 6 minutes left” Now I’m stuck with a problem stay and still be cold and watch them most likely lose or go and miss a comeback if there is one I said “ Games not over yet still 6 Minutes left I wanna see the end of it now” 4 minutes left now the Flyers score to make it 3-2 and now there is hope what was a cold miserable night had turned into something with a little meaning now as what remained of the crowd roared with excitement and cheered them on to will them to get another goal to tie it. Seconds are now left on the clock we were just hoping for a miracle at this point or go home on a miserable night miserable our selves, the puck gets thrown to the net with a prayer and it some how goes it we have a tie game and I could feel the ground rocking from the noise in the stadium now all the cold I had felt during the game had seemed to disappear. In overtime the fans are now trying to will the team to a win. Claude Giroux our captain skated through center ice into the Pittsburgh zone takes the shot and scored we had won the game the fans were at full roar now me and my dad were high fiving each other and complete strangers next to us as well. We get back to the car after the game rain soaked and still a little cold we both look at each other and say “that was awesome.” So now whenever I see the ticket or wear the jersey I wore to that game the joy of being there to witness it and not back out during the game come back to me and the joy I shared with my dad in what I consider one of the best experiences with him in my young life of 19 years also come back to me whenever I see those objects.
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Sabatino
2/21/2020 08:58:05 am
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Lourdes
2/21/2020 01:50:32 pm
This is really good. specially this sentences " the puck gets thrown to the net with a prayer and it some how goes it we have a tie game and I could feel the ground rocking from the noise in the stadium now all the cold I had felt during the game had seemed to disappear." While I was reading your story I can picture you so excited about it. I also liked your intro explaining exactly what's the white elephant about.
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3/3/2020 07:54:52 am
Patrick,
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