Football celebrations. By far the most entertaining part in all of football, no doubt about it. It brings a little excitement to the game, considering theres whistles every ten seconds, which makes it quite boring. Some people debate that its "showboating" but I totally disagree with that, for a couple reasons. First of all, football is a very tough, and violent sport to play, trust me I watch "Hits of the Week" on sportnet connected every week, and theres some punishing hits on there that mostly come from football. So anyways, if your going to travel a hundred yards down the field, getting torchered by the other players trying to stop him from scoring a touchdown. I think that if you can make it through that torcher and past all those players, and score a touchdown they should be able to celebrate, but apparently other people disagree.
When someone scores a touchdown, and celebrates, it makes almost everyone smile, and gives them a good time. Everyone except the other team of course, which makes it more of a rival since when someone scores a touchdown ande celebrates, it makes the other team mad and want to score their own touchdown, all in all, it makes the game more intense if you think about it.
Every game, you never know whos going to celebrate with something sweet, or what kind of celebration they are going to do. Usually its somebody sweet who celebrates, like Terell Owens, or Chad Johnson. Those two players are my favourite players in the NFL, mainly because of what they do when they score a touchdown. My favourite touchdown celebration is 'The Dougie" which is also a song, but it is a dance. Only a couple of people do it in the NFL, but its the best when they do. Some famous celebrations are, when Terell Owens grabbed a fans popcorn and dumped the whole thing in his helmet, it was quite funny. Another good one is the lambo leap, when they score a touchdown, and the guy just keeps running and leaps into the croud, its a great one. Also the fans love it, to be that close to a player and maybe even touch them. The Geroy Simon celebration in the CFL is the best celebration in the CFL, thats forsure.
Its funny when you think about it. Do they plan the celebration before the game? Or does it just come to them? You got to know that sometimes they plan it, like the celebration when Terell Owens pulls out a sharpie from his shoe, and signs the ball and throws it into the crowd. Lucky fan who cought that one. So for that celebration, he definately planned it! Then theres the celebrations that just come to them, like a pose, or a little dance, like the dougie. Its wierd to think about the guys sitting around planning on what to do when they score a touchdown. Its kind of funny and cocky, but thats what I like about NFL football, it makes it more entertaining, and thats why I love NFL celebrations!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
worst dream ever!
I awoke. Quickly I glanced over at my alarm clock on my dresser, it was 3:30am. I was confused, and didnt know what was going on. It was a dream, the worst drean I have ever had. I felt my forehead, I was sweating, and felt like I was spinning in cirlces. It was a disaster, I didnt have the guts to get up and leave my room. I continued to lay there and freakout, not knowing what to do. I had been staring at my ceiling for about 10 minutes, just thinkin about what to do. I was trying my hardest not to think about this awful dream, but I couldnt help it.
It was awful, it was a cold spooky night, and I was walking home from a friends house on a friday night. It was a long night that involved alot of fun considering there were about twenty other kids there, so like a little party thing. It was a great night for me, and that was all I could think about on the walk home. It was about a fifteen minute walk home, and about halfway home I started hearing noises, behind me. I looked behind me, there was nothing there, I was starting to get nervous, and picked up the pace of walking. It was becoming a habbit now to keep looking back over my shoulder, and once again started walking faster. The wind was picking up, and I was freezing considering I just realized I forgot my sweater at my friends, and was too close to my house now to turn back. Thoughts were running through my head like a tornado. Bad thoughts. I was just about at my house, in fact I was on my lawn, and bam! I got tackled from behind. My head smashed on the ground and my neck whipped back as soon as I got tackled. I had no idea what was going on, the next thing I know a bag was wrapped around my head. Everything was black, I couldnt see anything, panic mode was starting to occur. I swirmed back and forth trying to rip the bag off my head but I kept feeling two big hands grabbing mine, and throwing them back on the ground, I didnt know what to do, I could barely do anything in this situation. All of a sudden I stopped, and so did the person trying to kill me. I heard soft giggles in the distance, I rose to my feet and ripped off the bag feeling nobody touching me. Once the bag was off my head, my eye sight was blurry but I could just see two body shapes in the distance. It was my friends that I had just came from there house. I couldnt believe my eyes, why would they do this? "Gotcha!" my friend yelled and they ran off back home. I ran back into my house in fright, "I guess it wasnt such a nightmare after all" I thought to myself.
It was awful, it was a cold spooky night, and I was walking home from a friends house on a friday night. It was a long night that involved alot of fun considering there were about twenty other kids there, so like a little party thing. It was a great night for me, and that was all I could think about on the walk home. It was about a fifteen minute walk home, and about halfway home I started hearing noises, behind me. I looked behind me, there was nothing there, I was starting to get nervous, and picked up the pace of walking. It was becoming a habbit now to keep looking back over my shoulder, and once again started walking faster. The wind was picking up, and I was freezing considering I just realized I forgot my sweater at my friends, and was too close to my house now to turn back. Thoughts were running through my head like a tornado. Bad thoughts. I was just about at my house, in fact I was on my lawn, and bam! I got tackled from behind. My head smashed on the ground and my neck whipped back as soon as I got tackled. I had no idea what was going on, the next thing I know a bag was wrapped around my head. Everything was black, I couldnt see anything, panic mode was starting to occur. I swirmed back and forth trying to rip the bag off my head but I kept feeling two big hands grabbing mine, and throwing them back on the ground, I didnt know what to do, I could barely do anything in this situation. All of a sudden I stopped, and so did the person trying to kill me. I heard soft giggles in the distance, I rose to my feet and ripped off the bag feeling nobody touching me. Once the bag was off my head, my eye sight was blurry but I could just see two body shapes in the distance. It was my friends that I had just came from there house. I couldnt believe my eyes, why would they do this? "Gotcha!" my friend yelled and they ran off back home. I ran back into my house in fright, "I guess it wasnt such a nightmare after all" I thought to myself.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I Swear It Wasnt Me :O
It wasnt me, I swear I kept screaming as the police tried pulling me into the police car. I couldnt beleive what was happening because I knew for a fact I had not commited the crime that they were trying to blame on me. Apparently somebody witnessed me break into the school and steal a whole bunch of technology, it had to somebody else i thought to myself, somebody was setting me up! This was an awful situation I got myself into.
I got into the police car in stress, I couldnt believer what was happening to me, what was I going to say to my parents? They took me straight to the police station where I got my chance to explain myself, the whole way to the police station I was trying to think of something good to say, considering it would be pretty hard to explain myself if someone framed me. I didnt know what to do.
"It wasnt me" I claimed.
I kept trying to explain the the officers that someone had set me up, but it was hard to make it sound good, and they deffinately didnt believe me. I gave up. After about an hour of trying to tell them I got set up, I finally gave up. They just didnt believe me. Since I was only fifteen years old, and couldnt go to jail and that age, my consequences were a month of house arrest. What was I going to do for a month without leaving my house?! Not alot. My parents showed up at the police station crying, considering I had never been in this much trouble in my life, and never planned on it either.
"Lets go!" My dad said shouting.
"I cant believe you'd do such a thing!" said my mother crying.
I was speechless, I didnt know what to say to my parents, its not like they would believe me anyways. The car ride home was akward and silent, my parents already let out all their steam at the police station, and had nothing else to say in the car. I still hadnt said anything back to them which was probably a mistake because its making me look like I actually did do it and couldnt defend myself. This wasnt good.
For the next week straight, I sat on my bed staring at the roof of my room thinkin about who could of possible done this to me? Who would hate me this much to do such a thing? I thought as deep as I could, trying to figure this out, and bam! It came to me! The weekend before this happened, I was hanging out with my friend and his girlfriend. I was jealous considering I could never get a girlfriend as beautilful as she was. We were at a movie and Kyle, who was my friend, went to the bathroom. So it was just me and her, alone watching the movie, and thats when my jealousy got to me. Out of nowhere, I just blurted out to her "He's cheating on you!" She turned and looked at me in shock.
"Are you kidding me?" She yelled.
"No, I saw him and another girl at dinner"
She ran out crying. When Kyle came back, he asked where she was. I had to tell him the truth, he was my bestfriend but I had turned on him, and I was stupid. He gave me a solid punch to the nose, and stormed out of the cinema, and left me laying there crying in front of everybody. About a week later I got accused of commiting this crime, and I finally realized that I had broken up them two, and thats why he did this!
As soon as I thought of this I gave the police station a ring, and explained the whole thing to them. I told them to go to Kyles house and check if he had stolen anything. I hadnt talked to Kyle since that incident. I also told my parents the whole story and they rushed me to the police station. I got in the police car immidiately, and we rushed to Kyles house without warning him. It was a quick drive considering they turned on the alarm and hustled past everyone. The police jumped out of the car quickly and told me to stay inside the car. They smashed down the door with no hesitation, and about ten minutes later the cops came out with Kyle in handcuffs. I was in shock that my bestfriend was going to jail. Later the police explained to me that there were some computers from the school in his room, and also he admitted to it eventually. I was off the hook and they took me off house arrest. The cops said sorry to me for all this trouble. My parents were also sorry for getting so mad, and now they were very happy that it wasnt me, and that I told the truth the whole time. For the rest of my life, I had never talked to Kyle again, ever. He got sentenced to jail for five years, and I didnt feel sorry at all.
I got into the police car in stress, I couldnt believer what was happening to me, what was I going to say to my parents? They took me straight to the police station where I got my chance to explain myself, the whole way to the police station I was trying to think of something good to say, considering it would be pretty hard to explain myself if someone framed me. I didnt know what to do.
"It wasnt me" I claimed.
I kept trying to explain the the officers that someone had set me up, but it was hard to make it sound good, and they deffinately didnt believe me. I gave up. After about an hour of trying to tell them I got set up, I finally gave up. They just didnt believe me. Since I was only fifteen years old, and couldnt go to jail and that age, my consequences were a month of house arrest. What was I going to do for a month without leaving my house?! Not alot. My parents showed up at the police station crying, considering I had never been in this much trouble in my life, and never planned on it either.
"Lets go!" My dad said shouting.
"I cant believe you'd do such a thing!" said my mother crying.
I was speechless, I didnt know what to say to my parents, its not like they would believe me anyways. The car ride home was akward and silent, my parents already let out all their steam at the police station, and had nothing else to say in the car. I still hadnt said anything back to them which was probably a mistake because its making me look like I actually did do it and couldnt defend myself. This wasnt good.
For the next week straight, I sat on my bed staring at the roof of my room thinkin about who could of possible done this to me? Who would hate me this much to do such a thing? I thought as deep as I could, trying to figure this out, and bam! It came to me! The weekend before this happened, I was hanging out with my friend and his girlfriend. I was jealous considering I could never get a girlfriend as beautilful as she was. We were at a movie and Kyle, who was my friend, went to the bathroom. So it was just me and her, alone watching the movie, and thats when my jealousy got to me. Out of nowhere, I just blurted out to her "He's cheating on you!" She turned and looked at me in shock.
"Are you kidding me?" She yelled.
"No, I saw him and another girl at dinner"
She ran out crying. When Kyle came back, he asked where she was. I had to tell him the truth, he was my bestfriend but I had turned on him, and I was stupid. He gave me a solid punch to the nose, and stormed out of the cinema, and left me laying there crying in front of everybody. About a week later I got accused of commiting this crime, and I finally realized that I had broken up them two, and thats why he did this!
As soon as I thought of this I gave the police station a ring, and explained the whole thing to them. I told them to go to Kyles house and check if he had stolen anything. I hadnt talked to Kyle since that incident. I also told my parents the whole story and they rushed me to the police station. I got in the police car immidiately, and we rushed to Kyles house without warning him. It was a quick drive considering they turned on the alarm and hustled past everyone. The police jumped out of the car quickly and told me to stay inside the car. They smashed down the door with no hesitation, and about ten minutes later the cops came out with Kyle in handcuffs. I was in shock that my bestfriend was going to jail. Later the police explained to me that there were some computers from the school in his room, and also he admitted to it eventually. I was off the hook and they took me off house arrest. The cops said sorry to me for all this trouble. My parents were also sorry for getting so mad, and now they were very happy that it wasnt me, and that I told the truth the whole time. For the rest of my life, I had never talked to Kyle again, ever. He got sentenced to jail for five years, and I didnt feel sorry at all.
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