Well, let me tell ya ’bout this fesa tournament thing. It’s a big deal, like them county fairs, but for… uh… games, I guess. Lots of young’uns runnin’ around, smackin’ balls and such.
I heard tell it’s a national championship kinda thing. Means it’s the best of the best, from all over the place. Like them prize-winning pigs at the fair, only these are people, and they ain’t winnin’ no ribbons, they winnin’ … somethin’. Trophies? Maybe. Who knows. Fancy stuff, probably.
They got all sorts of games, see. Like that volleyball, where they jump around and slap a ball over a net. And football, where them big fellas run into each other like a buncha’ crazy bulls. Heard they got some other games too, but I can’t rightly remember what they are. Too many for this old brain.
- Volleyball, that’s one game, yeah.
- Football, the one with all the runnin’ and hittin’.
- And some other stuff. Don’t ask me what, I ain’t no encyclopedia.
This here tournament, it ain’t just one day, ya know. It goes on for a while. Like plantin’ season, it takes time. They gotta figure out who’s the best, and that don’t happen overnight. They play games, and then the winners play more games, and so on and so forth. It’s a whole process, like makin’ a quilt. Lots of little pieces gotta come together just right.
I saw somethin’ ’bout a schedule. That’s just a fancy word for a calendar, far as I can tell. Tells ya when things are happenin’. Like when the cows need milkin’, or when the chickens gotta be fed. This schedule tells ya when them games are bein’ played. So folks can go watch, I guess. Or place bets, maybe. I don’t hold with gamblin’, myself. But some folks do.
They got somethin’ called a bracket too. Looks like a big ol’ tree, with all them branches goin’ every which way. It shows who’s playin’ who, and who’s gotta win to move on. Kinda complicated, if ya ask me. But I reckon it makes sense to them folks who are into this kinda thing.
Seems like this fesa tournament is a big to-do. Lots of folks gettin’ all worked up about it. Cheerin’ and yellin’ and whatnot. Reminds me of that time the Johnson boy won the pie-eatin’ contest at the fair. Folks went wild. Silly, if ya ask me. But hey, people like what they like.
They say you can watch these games, too. On the TV, or maybe even on that there internet thingamajig. I ain’t got no use for that internet, myself. Too much fuss and bother. But I reckon it’s handy for folks who wanna see them games without havin’ to go all the way to wherever they’re playin’. Saves ya the trouble of hitchin’ up the mule and buggy, that’s for sure.
This tournament, it’s got different levels, see. Like a ladder, ya gotta climb up each rung. First, ya got yer semifinals, that’s when they’re whittlin’ down the crowd. Then ya got yer championship matches, that’s the big one. That’s when they figure out who’s the top dog, the king of the hill, the best darn player in the whole shebang. And I reckon that’s what all them folks are comin’ to see.
They talk about teams to watch. Means some of them players are better than others, I guess. Like that prize-winning bull at the fair, the one that’s bigger and stronger than all the rest. Folks like to keep an eye on them fellas, see how they do. It’s like watchin’ a hawk circle a field, ya know? You just waitin’ to see what they gonna do.
And they even got somethin’ called bowl games. Now, I ain’t got a clue what that means. Bowls are for eatin’ soup, far as I’m concerned. But I reckon it’s just another fancy name for a game. Maybe they give the winners a bowl full of somethin’. Soup? Nah, probably somethin’ fancier. Maybe even money.
So, that’s the gist of it, this fesa tournament. It’s a big deal for some folks, a chance to see folks compete and have some fun. Me, I’d rather be tendin’ my garden, or maybe sittin’ on the porch with a glass of sweet tea. But to each their own, I always say. As long as they ain’t causin’ no trouble, let ’em have their fun. And if they win somethin’, well, good for them.
