01/22/2019
Super Bowl Bound
”Im the baddest mother F*cker on the planet” - Tom Brady
My sister and I took safe haven from the frigid New England weather, waiting impatiently for kickoff. It was Sunday night in New England, and the AFC championship was upon us. My family was making bets on the score, but the only thought that was present in my mind was the game and all the excitement that surrounded it. At school, the AFC championship game between the New England Patriots and the Kansas City Chiefs was the only topic of conversation last week, and now we would finally see the outcome of the much anticipated game. The first half passed by swiftly, with the Patriots taking a substantial lead, but this wouldn’t last despite how content my emotions were. The Chiefs came out strong in the second half and the Patriots responded in kind. My emotions began to swirl as the lead was soon diminished. Even though I know they could not hear me, I was desperately and loudly making my case to the refs inside the television about how they should decide the outcome of different plays. My emotions were whipped like a blinding blizzard in the wild fourth quarter. The four lead changes had me desperately begging to know the ultimate winner. The multiple drives with under two minutes remaining had me anxious and ecstatic to see the plays and the outcomes. When I thought what was the end wasn’t, the OT coin toss won by the Patriots gave us a chance to stop Mahomes by not letting him on the field. I was jumping up and down and was only content when I saw the Patriots run to the touchdown zone to end the game and send us to the Super Bowl for the third year in a row.