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Warm gusts of wind brought the smell of freshly baked pizza and buttery popcorn through the giant metal doors. The warm-up music became increasingly louder as I approached the steps of the famous Joe Louis Arena. Scalpers hovered the sidewalk, while the Red Wings ....

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.... I knew that I had to taste one. As I edged toward my seat, I noticed Little Ceasars advertising grease puddled on top pepperoni pizza and a frothy mug; emersed with crisp cold beer…this teased my temptation. With only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I finally reached gate 201. I pushed the heavy blue drapery to my side. Standing in awe, my eyes scanned the gigantic arena. Everyone, including myself could feel the anxiety dripping from the air. Music blared, colored television screens lit up "Let's go Wings" and fans swung their red and white shimmery pom-poms. Scrunched in my arena-side seat, I gazed in amazem ....