Thursday, March 20, 2014


   Once a year, my father and I go to Dallas, Texas for a cowboys game. It's something we look forward to every year. There is no better way to spend a Sunday during a long, but short feeling football season. Just being able to see your favorite players in real life and not through a box. 
   The star in the middle of the field, the look in the eyes of the players aggressively trying to get their hands on the football and my favorite the sound of the clashing helmets. Being able to bond easily with my father over what some might say a silly, stupid sport. 

   It represents more than just a father and son watching football. What is does represent is a strong friendship. Just being able to throw everything to the side for the day and not worry about anything else. It's just something me look forward to every year. 

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