My feet ached, but it was well worth it. I mean, how many times in your life do you have the opportunity to attend a championship? Sure, I had to park about three miles from the stadium. Sure, I somehow missed that city bus that was barreling directly toward me until it was too late. Sure, once the bus rolled over my feet, I experienced agony beyond anything I could have ever comprehended to that point. But we're talking CHAMPIONSHIP, man!
I had to drag myself the remaining half of a mile, crawl to the turnstile, beg to be admitted to the game, get carried to my seat, and slapped occasionally to be waken from pain-induced unconsciousness, but it was worth it, man! WORTH IT!
Championship!
The game was over, and I sat in the stadium until the cleaning crew arrived. Someone finally spotted me and called an EMT. But it was worth it. Worth. It.
Man.
My feet ached, but it was well worth it.