"Being a Negro in America means trying to smile when you want to cry. It means trying to hold on to physical life amid psychological death. It means the pain of watching your children grow up with clouds of inferiority in their mental skies. It means having their legs off, and then being condemned for being a cripple." Where Do We Go From Here 1967.
The entire day was filled with clashing pads, adoring fans, and a whole ear drum popping amount of screaming. Football cultivated my time today, as I went to my old Pop-Warner team games today seeing how I was a Junior coach and needed show my support, although I wasn't on the field, I was making sure that my teams players, the opposing teams players, and the family got food and beverages to eat while they watched the game, I manned the grill and one of the frying mechanisms throughout the first half of my day, cheering on all of my teams, and the players. Upon my returning home after a hard days work, I came to find out that I was right on time to watch the football games that went on throughout the day, I was pleased when my co-favorite NFL football team the New England Patriots beat the Oakland Raiders off of the outstanding interception from nose tackle Vince Wilfork, and I was extremely exhilarated when the other side of my co-favorite team the Seattle Seahawks made a spectacular beat against the Denver Broncos i.e the team I dread the most. All of the games I saw today were hard fought battles until the very end and it was great to have a good friend with me through the second half of the day cheering right alongside me. Altogether I guess I can say, and I quote rapper Ice Cube from the movie the ride along, "today was a good day".