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The view from my seat was one which I had seen many times before. The field was a bare, vast expanse of green, with the exception of those three damn clowns. Yes, here they were again, torturing me with their forced smiles. Wasn’t it just yesterday when I saw them behind me in line at Burger King? As I look down onto the field, I realize now that the middle clown has begun his regular routine. Here we go; the onslaught of running, stretching and sweating. Why is he continuously moving about, making me a nervous wreck? During the course of my 2 hour observation, I see that the other two are alternating between napping and snacking blissfully on oreos and coke. And of course, I know what’s coming next. Like a blowfish, I begin to swell. My features are distorting as the metal of my rings begins to pierce my skin. I feel the outside of my thighs begin to stick to the stadium seating, and like a