The beautiful tips of the trees outside of Atlanta shake back and forth with a gust of wind. The city in the forest is peaceful on a day in which the biggest game will be played. It’s game day and the fate of Football is at stake.
A gust of wind
It is a dark day for the game. A field of tar is left littered with red merchandise covered in a layer of white snow. Burning flags of all colors, smashed aluminum cans covered in barbecue sauce, broken glass bottles, frozen cooked hot dogs and plastic tupperware with mac and
