It was cold. Real cold. And we were promised fried chicken.
And, after 35 minutes, at 14–0 up, all signs pointed to it being a finger lickin’ good day.
The Warriors were controlling possession, forcing line-dropouts and playing error-free football. It wasn’t flashy — it took 28 minutes before they broke the deadlock — but it was dreamlike. Like waves gently lapping at the beach. There was a calmness to it, a serenity. There was patience like we’d never seen before in 2015. Continue reading Keep Your Friends Close