As I write this, the stadium has emptied as darkness sets in over the stadium, reflecting the end of daylight savings. It feels contemplative.
I'm not sure if I have enough words in my brain to hone in on one singular topic, highlighting the chaotic nature of thoughts without a clear direction.
There’s a sense of uncertainty in the writing process, questioning if it’s lazy or simply a reflection of the chaotic environment during the game.
In this moment, the writer's struggle with narrative clarity mirrors the disarray felt by the home team, the Beavers.
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