Thursday, November 3, 2011

For all you Football Fans!

This was a project I had to do and thought since we are in the height of football season, I would share some of it with all of you. Just something fun to get you pumped up for whatever game you might be watching this weekend. Enjoy! (PS. To get the full effect, watch the first video first, read, then watch the next 2 in order :)

Grills are lit as early as 8 o’clock in the morning. Canopies and games are unfolded into the parking lots. Hundreds of hot dogs, burgers, steaks, chicken wings, and other “party foods” are unwrapped and devoured. Groups of people flock to a central location just to get a glimpse of what Saturday afternoon has become in America. A crisp fall day, where red and yellow can be seen for miles. But it’s not from the changing of the leaves. It’s where people come to cheer on a team, a unit, a herd, a brigade. It’s where people come to show their spirit and to be a part of this family. It’s where people come to show Maryland pride with three simple words, “Fear The Turtle.”

University of Maryland Football has become a staple for decades on Saturday afternoons in the college town of College Park, Maryland. Fans of all ages come together to cheer on the Mighty Terrapins as they take on Towson University, another beloved Maryland school. “A Battle of the Beltways” they are calling this day. And Terrapin fans are hungry for a win. Cheers can be heard in the parking lots surrounding Capital One Field before the game even starts. Footballs can be seen flying high in the air, music blaring from one car’s speakers to the next, and the mingling of alumni, current students, and just regular spectators can be seen with every turn of your head.

Before you know it, game time comes. Swarms and crowds walk to the main event, like a mother ship calling us home. Once inside the stadium, guns, cannons, and fireworks start the show. The team comes pouring out of the tunnel, but not before each player stops to rub the bronze terrapin for “good luck.” The team huddles and jumps up and down, hit each other on the helmet, and maybe even do some last minute stretching before the war begins. This is a place where boys become men. Where a uniform turns into armor. Where blood, sweat, and tears are left on the battlefield. And We Must Protect This House…

Until the next step bloggers...

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