Football

by Frankie Bean

The coffee table that was once empty, with nothing but a remote, is now covered with all the tasty pleasures one could ask for. My personal favorite is the stringy, perfectly, deep fried mozzarella sticks. The smell coming from the kitchen is a grease bath, with the sizzling that makes your stomach growl. When your mommy puts them on a plate with paper towels to prepare them for you, and once you receive the goodness from you mother, you dive in. The mozzarella sticks give you a grease residue, bread crumbs, and juice all over your hands, making it so you cannot touch anything else without making a mess. You would try to grab the remote and your hands would be so greasy that the remote would slip right out of your hands. When they are all gone, the only thing that is left is the plate, and the plate covered with grease saturated napkins. After you finish just the mozzarella sticks you feel gross, especially after looking at plate afterwards, but that is only the beginning. That is only one of the many things on this coffee table load with all the food a teenager loves. Included on that table are Doritos, potato skins, potato chips and dip, chicken fingers, and carbonated kid’s candy called soda. To go along with all this food is a guy’s best friend. This makes for an even better day kicking back with your buds.

One of the best parts is cheering against your friends, rooting for the team they hate. Jumping up on the couches, high fiving each other, yelling; there is no better way to bond with your friends. Luckily that happens every Sunday during football season.