Don't follow your intuition...

Every now and then the concept of a 'creeper' baffles me. But in saying so, I have to include that I have certainly recognized that there are traits meriting the creeper that have served me well (at least once), namely, his creepiness.

Last Sunday, FB Barcelona was playing Seville (a rather important intranational rivalry).
But before embellishing the story, lets establish the ballerness that is FCBarcelona:
There is this thing known as the 'sextuple' in Futbol: 2 national championships, 3 european championships, and 1 world championship; something that has never been achieved before, that is... until last year.
Needless to say, I have effectively been introduced into the epitomy of fairweatherfaness.


I wanted to 'scout' this game, which means go to the stadium to see if anyone was selling any extra tickets. Kevin and I are wondering around the stadium when two 'shady' characters come up to us and offer us tickets in Spanish.
-How much?
-Twenty each.

I actually only had 7 euros on me (idiot) so i told them to which they responded
-Fifteen a piece
-Okay, lets do it (Kevin spots me)

We wander through a few back alleys which resembled Stalingrad during WWII:
http://www.odinclan.no/Album%20-%20WWII/Bilder/Allies/Russians_fighting_in_stalingrad.jpg

Anyway, we get to gate 45 and the guy convinces the guard to let us in.
Not lying... it literally sounded something like what a gladiator must of heard before emerging into the Coliseum. The screams of 110,000 obsessed fans is enough to make your clothes vibrate.

I emerged into the stadium in the front row, close enough to see the sweat drip of the our goalie.
It was intense. Between the 20 camera flashes a second, puffs of 30,000 smokers, and typhoon-like tremble when we scored; Im not even going to try to describe it.

What i can describe is this : creepers may deceive you... but if you aren't alone.
Take the chance. I can guarantee you'll have a story.

And at the end of all, isnt that what life is... a series of epic stories???