I wake up and get out of bed, from the moment my feet hit the floor, the adrenaline starts pumping...It's Game Day!!!!! I pound my chest and get my mind right. Take a brisk shower and put on my jersey of the day. Watch the pregame shows both Sunday Countdown and the CBS Pregame show. Too excited for food I don't eat anything until halftime ( I never could eat before my highschool games either when I used to play). The hour draws near, the sounds of metal blasting from my stereo speakers, I start getting evil, talking to my boys through the T.V. Screen. Making sure everyone's on top of their assignments, making sure everyone is ready to go to war. Zach and Jason are ready, Sam and Pat give the ok, Chambers hasn't dropped a ball all week. It's almost go time. The guitars blaze and the drums get louder, I'm only thinking of one thing, making the other team pay for scheduling the Phins on this day!!!! Jumping in excitement and anticipation, the team runs out on the field and it's like I'm there with them suited up. I pace in front of the T.V. like I'm on the sidelines for 3 and a half hours, yelling with pride and joy for every good play, and cussing and yelling words of encouragement to the players after every bad. Dolphins football is my church, and every Sunday is a religious experience. Everything becomes right in the world when I hear two simple words...........ALRIIIGHT MIAMI!!!!!!!!!