It’s 10 p.m. on a cold and quiet night. As I am sitting inside Allee Gymnasium, I look to see what is under the bleachers. At first what I see is expected: dust bunnies, trash, chewed gum. Then, I immediately notice a distinct smell, however I cannot put it to words. Maybe it is the smell of old popcorn, perhaps the smell of trash, or even the reek of sweaty shoes. As I walk around I begin to realize how strange it really is under the bleachers. The screws sticking out the bottom of the bleachers, the wires and cables used to power them, and simply just the cold and quietness only adds to the weirdness. Although it is gross down here, it is kind of peaceful at the same time. There is something about a quiet place that is always calming, however, it isn’t for me because it is still disgusting.
Nicely done, TJ. It’s probably not as gross as it could be. I assume they roll up the bleachers regularly (for Bball practice) which means the floor gets swept. There is a smell to Allee Gym, though.