“My girlfriend handles the bugs in the house. I simply scream.”
We both climbed into our car with just our heavy and winded breaths filling the silence and I vowed to never let myself go through that hell ever again. Except we did. A week later.
I’m kinda’ shocked nobody picked up on the hidden sociocultural implications of this year’s Super Bowl. Yeah, it should be a high-scoring, offensive-minded points-a-thon, but there’s something even more important on the line than the Lombardi Trophy – this may very well be the first class conscious title game in NFL history.
The Atlanta Falcons’ final game at the Georgia Dome came with the ultimate closing gift – an opportunity for the franchise to go to the Super Bowl for only the second time in its 51-year history.
It’s impossible to be everywhere at once, but it’s never impossible to create the conditions for success by letting go.
“In a way I’m probably immortal.”
“And so, it finally happens. Amidst public pressure by the fans and sports media even, Chip Kelly caves in and rolls the dice with Kaepernick.”
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this whole process, it’s that we become like the people we spend time with, for better or for worse.
Nothing else matters in this moment, not the nagging fire in my calf muscles nor the tightness in my lungs, begging for me to stop.
Little by little, the fans in this city have won me over. Because of their pure joy. And their love for this team that they’ve followed since childhood. And their complete confidence and appreciation for every player, during the good seasons and during the bad ones.