**Side note: I forgot to mention… my previous post as well as this one is about my trip to Portland, Oregon last year.
Saturday morning. I awake to Bo practicing on the hotel television. Today is the qualification rounds of the tournament. I cannot tell if there are butterflies fluttering in his stomach or if he is truly cool, calm, and collected like he is showing externally. I would be beyond freaking out if I were in his shoes. I am nervous enough for him; enough for the both of us I would say.
We enter the Oregon Convention Center. So many arcade games, booths, people. We find the location where the qualification rounds will be taking place. Money transfers hands as the entrance fee is paid. We begin the walk to the end of the line for the first time of the day.
We continue through the same motions for hours. Wait in line… play one game… back in line. Attempting to get a qualifying score that will place him high enough on the list. The final game is played. We are finally able to leave.
My feet ache from standing on the cold concrete floor.
Tomorrow is the day Bo has been anxiously waiting for. He is convinced he will lose in the first round. I try to keep his thoughts positive.
No one knows what tomorrow has in store.
Saturday morning. I awake to Bo practicing on the hotel television. Today is the qualification rounds of the tournament. I cannot tell if there are butterflies fluttering in his stomach or if he is truly cool, calm, and collected like he is showing externally. I would be beyond freaking out if I were in his shoes. I am nervous enough for him; enough for the both of us I would say.
We enter the Oregon Convention Center. So many arcade games, booths, people. We find the location where the qualification rounds will be taking place. Money transfers hands as the entrance fee is paid. We begin the walk to the end of the line for the first time of the day.
We continue through the same motions for hours. Wait in line… play one game… back in line. Attempting to get a qualifying score that will place him high enough on the list. The final game is played. We are finally able to leave.
My feet ache from standing on the cold concrete floor.
Tomorrow is the day Bo has been anxiously waiting for. He is convinced he will lose in the first round. I try to keep his thoughts positive.
No one knows what tomorrow has in store.
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