At The Game
The crowd groaned as the ball sailed over the left field scoreboard again. The crowd cheered as the mascot fell down the stairs again. The crowd rushed as one man accused them of being fickle. The crowd fled as a green flying blimp promoed Viagra yet again. I flew after the crowd in my upthrust dirigible. Crowd control was needed again, and the S.W.A.T. team was on vacation. Mass hypnosis should do the trick. I began chanting on the microphone.
The crowd swarmed around the unconscious refs in reverent silence, stepping on them tenderly. The refs made a soft, squishy noise. (sometimes even when they weren't being lenient) Somewhere, doves murmured and nightingales warbled. But not here. Not here.
