Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 465

Chapter 465: 464 Pilgrimage Chapter 465: 464 Pilgrimage “Good morning.”

“Good morning!”

February 4, 2018, Kansas City, clear skies.

Early in the morning, the Old Oak Tavern had already started bustling.

Anderson was busy moving inventory from the stockroom to the front like an ant carrying a load, while West was busy hanging banners and decorating the tavern anew.

Uninvited guests helped willingly by moving chairs and tables to free up space, creating a busy and noisy scene.

It was clearly too early to drink oneself into oblivion, but for the festivities, it was never too early to start warming up.

On the wall, the 75-inch television screen was already on.

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The ordinary TV picture had an oppressive impact, creating a sense of being there, and NBC’s all-day live broadcast was playing, allowing everyone to feel the atmosphere early on.

“So, how do you feel today?”

“I have a good feeling.

I don’t want to say it aloud and jinx our luck, but this morning I got up, ate cheesecake, heard a magpie singing, and had a smooth bowel movement—everything’s just perfect.”

“Me too.

I don’t know why, but I wasn’t nervous or anxious.

After getting up this morning, I just felt unusually relaxed and refreshed.”

“That’s because you don’t have to play in the game.

You just sit in the tavern, drink, and curse.

What’s there to be nervous about?”@@@@

“Hahaha.”

The bustling crowd mixed discussions with teasing, jokes, and all sorts of complaints.

Then.

Without warning, someone raised their hands high and started shouting out loud.

“Kansas is the champion!

Oh yeah!”

And with a whoosh, everyone else joined in the shouts, as the tavern buzzed with excitement.

After a brief pause, another person shouted.

“I’m not confident, but we’ll win.”

Ha.

Instantly, the group burst into laughter, joy and happiness spreading across everyone’s faces.

Today was the day of the Super Bowl showdown.

In Kansas City, it was a citywide holiday.

The entire city was abuzz, and tens of thousands of fans united in the spirit of the Super Bowl moment.

The entire Old Oak Tavern erupted in cheers, the air boiling, faces gleaming with unreserved joy.

From the despair of struggling to win a single playoff game to cutting through thorn after thorn to storm into the Super Bowl – all in just one season.

Kansas City’s wildest, most romantic, and splendid dream had just come true.

“Ha.”

“Hahaha.”

Merely imagining it brought a natural smile to his face.

Dreams really can come true.

And beliefs really can blossom.

West straightened his back slightly, believing in the Chieftain as he believed in life itself, no matter how tough, painful, or torturous, he would persevere and wait for the day when dawn’s light would scatter anew.

“David.”

West said.

“I am content.

No matter the outcome of today’s game, I am already satisfied.

I’m not greedy, this is enough, no matter what happens, I will stand by the team, I will keep fighting.”

The Super Bowl, no matter what, concludes with a result, putting a period on one season, a perfect ending does exist; but real life is not like that.

Perhaps the team will win, perhaps the team will lose, but Kansas City’s economic depression and employment crisis won’t end overnight, they still need to struggle on the edge of survival, and a fairy tale that changes everything overnight won’t play out in reality.

Nevertheless, they saw that silver lining behind the dark clouds, they saw that hint of golden hope at the end of the Abyss.

West, was ready.

Victory, that was a reward.

Defeat, was the start of a new journey.

No matter what, he would not be disheartened nor would he give up, he would continue to persist, to strive, to fight, using his own hands to start again, to rebuild his life.

He would not give up, refusing to surrender.

Anderson’s smile grew, “Since we are already here, let’s fight till the end and see what miracles we can still write.”

“Not confident, but we’ll win, right?” West understood perfectly.

The two exchanged a look, immediately brightening their spirits.

Knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the bar table, West looked up.

“Charles, where’s Chris?”

“How come I don’t see that guy?

He’s not hiding in a corner crying, is he?

I’ve been waiting a whole year just for this moment, finally, I can see that guy’s face, I’m fully prepared to bring it on.”

A roar, a chorus of laughter.