Cion #1

It was a ritual that has been around for centuries. People did nothing when the day came every week. I witnessed it for the first time when I was a small boy. People would gather together in unison despite who they were or what they did to participate in the ritual. 

At my first ritual I noticed what everyone was wearing the same clothing colors with a name on the front. We all gathered around this box with a men talking. Everyone eager and shouting wanting it to start. My father held me in his lap as we watched, waiting for it to begin. I watched and noticed that the thing they played in look like the Colosseum that the gladiators fought in. I asked my dad if there was going to be a fight. He looked at me and answered yes son, today we will kill those punks from Pittsburgh. I turned to the box with a look of eagerness ready to watch the battle. 

It began. Loud music and cheers filled the Colosseum shaped building. Men ran out in yellow and black clothes and were being scowled by the spectators who wore some type of brown shirts like I was wearing. My uncle began cursing at the men. My dad shouted boos. I joined in not knowing why but thought it would be fun and it was. Yet I didn't know why I was yelling at the box. But then it got quiet. The people at my house hushed for the moment. Then cheers of enjoyment and excitement as men in brown shirts and orange helmets ran into the Colosseum building onto the green surface that had a light amount of snow. I heard the cheers from everyone at my house so I began to cheer.

I watched in amazement as a this lemon shaped, brown thing flew through the air and was caught by a man in the brown shirt. He began to run with it as the spectators cheered and shouted GO! GO! I began shouting the same thing. He ran past numbers on the ground that were in multiples of 10. He was attacked at the one marked 40 by men in the white and yellow clothes. The event went on with hitting and running and these things called touchdowns. At the end of the battle the final score was Browns 28, Steelers 24. I asked my dad if we won the fight. He looked at me and smiled and said yes.

Ever since then I haven't missed a ritual. Every sunday I put on my brown shirt and sit in front of the television to participate in a great ritual. I will never forget my first time I took place in one the greatest ritual I have ever seen. Go Browns.