the Super Bowl

~2 hours to kickoff.

Anxiety intensified: check.
Emotions high: check.
Tearing up when reading anything about the Pats: check.
Superstitions kicked into overdrive: check.
Fondly reminiscing about past emotional games: check.
Avoidance of anything/everything remotely related to NY: check.

Complete disregard for school work: check. 

Mentally prepping for utter devastation: check.
Mentally prepping for utter jubilation: check.

The last two weeks have been excruciatingly long.

I might have no idea what my life's calling is;

I might have no idea what i'm going to do with my life;

I might have no idea what i want to do with my life; 

And I might get devastatingly depressed when having to answer the prompt, "identify what you are most passionate about." (it might even cause me to avoid an assignment altogether) 

But the one thing I do know—with unyielding resolve—is that even in my darkest days, nothing rivals the consistent intensity of my passion for football and for my team. 

I live and breathe football.

Regardless of volatile dynamics, football has always been a way for my family to transcend the chaos and connect to one another. 

Regardless of my physical location, football has always been a way for me to feel like I'm home again.

For me, football evokes feelings of community, loyalty, heartbreak, and joy; it evokes the warm glow of what it means to be home.  

For me, its more than just a game.