have returned from my boy's basketball game.....orchestrated by a church system. It is very well organized and flowing and wholesome. it is very Southern. There is a smell of old cooking oil when you enter the side stairwell. people linger and exit. Gatorade stained lips and teeth question parental intentions. I entered with squinty, bleary eyes....and I liked it that way. Everyone was an impression and that's about all I need anymore.