Don't Catch a Wave
The Wave is something you expect to see at a sporting event. It's a necessary evil - it's a way of keeping the crowd occupied during a slow part of the game. During the third quarter of a preseason football game, where third string players are out on the field playing the sloppiest professional football outside of the CFL, I guess I should not have been surprised that The Wave got started.
I hate The Wave with a passion. Not only is it pointless, but it distracts both fans and players, and obstructs my view of the game. Some stadiums have gone so far as to ban The Wave. Of course, it's hard to control the actions of 40,000 disinterested fans who don't even know who's on the field.
But The Wave would not stop. The Wave kept moving. It was getting out of control. Five laps around the stadium. Seven laps around the stadium. The Giants turned the ball over and the crowd died down, but The Wave kept going. Ten laps. At this point, the upper deck of the stadium, which had been indifferent to The Wave for the first few laps, started their own wave. Now, there were two staggered waves moving around the stadium simultaneously. The Wave could not be stopped. Fifteen laps. People in my section were tiring of The Wave, and a few sat out the next two laps. Seventeen laps. Finally, on the opposite side of the stadium, The Wave was wearing down. Sections 120 to 125 heroically put an end to The Wave. The rowdy group in our section, who apparently started The Wave in the first place, booed loudly, and tried to start it again, but thankfully, The Wave never again made it more than halfway around the stadium.
Seventeen laps around the stadium, lasting nearly the entire third quarter: a sports travesty. Please, God, don't make me ever have to see that again.