Football
There is only one thing that entertains me when the fall season comes around. Any gridiron enthusiast knows exactly what I am referring too. I love everything about professional football. From the great end zone catches to the bone crunching hits. When I sit down for the twelve o’clock pre-game you may not see me again until supper time. I love watching all professional sports, but I believe in the last ten years football has overcome major league baseball as “America’s Pastime.” Growing up ten miles outside of Philadelphia you can probably already take a pretty good guess on which my favorite team is. I’ve been an avid eagles fan my entire life. I can vividly remember the first time I visited Veteran’s stadium. It was a cold, bluster . . .
Watching football for me is not only entertaining but it is also very soothing. Luckily my father had received press box tickets from his boss at work. What he had failed to tell me was that after the game started we could go out on the field and watch the game from the sidelines. To make a long story short the Eagles ended up losing that day by three points to the New York Giants—but I was hooked. Once football season starts I don’t even know what I was doing to keep myself busy in the off season. At this point it is hard for me to even consider football entertainment. A couple years ago I started working at a restaurant called Wings to Go. Every time I get to do this it gets better and better. It pretty much just draw’s me in to the point where I’m hypnotized to the television screen. Since I started doing this a couple years back I’ve developed a whole new respect for the game. For ten bucks an hour it seemed like an alright gig. I don’t try to be rude about it, but I really can’t concentrate on anything else when football is on. The only thing better is when the Eagles have a home game and I can make it to the stadium that day. Thousands of people screaming so intensely you can’t hear yourself think as you’re walking on the turf of the field.
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