as of this morning, there were an additional +10 more tents weaving around the Marriott packed in behind the other 20 that had already hunkered down since monday.
now they are a veritable community - complete with mini grills, lawn chairs, toilet paper rolls sitting out by their tents (...communal?...and where are they using it, exactly??), and an outdoor coal-powered heater to huddle around.
they are tied by their fan-dom, which is a bond that runs deeper than blood. unfortunately, it also unites them.
...you know in those movies/musicals about enemy gangs where there's always that scene where a member of one gang is forced to pass through the hostile territory of the other? and there's that moment when the members of the home-court gang start appearing from behind fire escapes, alleyways, dumpsters, etc? and they're all leering at/following the "other" guy with that slow, deliberate "we're watching you...and about to kill you" look?!...
...well, let's just say i was the lone Jet among the Sharks this morning as i wove my way through the maze of tents to get to work....*shudder!*
so much for that loving/accepting image BYU aims for!
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