Celine Washington is a strong independent black woman who doesn't take shit from anybody. She makes her own money working at a prestigious law firm, hard-working, self-assured, and in full control of her life. She trained herself to be that way with...
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Leaning back I closed my eyes as the music played through my ears. I let J. Cole's song Middle Child drown out my surroundings for a quick second.
Letting out a calming breathe, I opened my eyes. Grabbing my cleats, I slid them on and began lacing them up.
When it came to moments like these, I really began to feel the pressure and everything starts to really sink in.
I've had many interviews this past week. Each interview seemed to ask the same question, "are you nervous?" or "do you get nervous?"
In which I respond with as much confidence I could muster up, "Chris Anthony doesn't get nervous"
But I know that's a lie. I, too, get nervous— I'm just better at hiding it.
This Super Bowl was different then the last in terms of who I was going up against this time.
Damarius Wilson of the Denver Broncos.
One of the all time best wide receivers who was currently on his seventh season starting.
I had to be at my best because I knew he was going to be at his best. If I didn't evenly match up with him, this was something the media would eat up. They'd compare our performances and began to say unnecessary ass shit.
As weird as it may sound, I thrive off of the media and what they say about me. Not necessarily in regards to my personal life because they could talk all the shit and I still wouldn't give a rat's ass. However, any talk about my career negative or positive—I was always looking out for.
Football was my life. Being in the league was something I strived for ever since I was a little kid playing pop warner.
It's different now though, I'm not playing for the enjoyment of the game, I'm playing to make my mark. I'm playing to be remembered—something my son could look back on and be proud of.
Don't get me wrong, I love the game—but I'm playing for something different now.
If we could secure this back to back Super Bowl win, our team could really be on the verge of creating a dynasty.
Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I instinctively looked up pushing one side of my bose headset behind my ear.
"You good?" Kellon Ford asked with a raised
"Yeah, I'm good. Why, whassup?" I asked
"You just looked real zoned out for a second" he said
"Nah, I'm good, I'm good. I was just thinking for a moment" I said back
"Get out your head and get in their's" he did pointedly
I nodded in agreement.
Patting me on my shoulder, Kellon spoke up once again "Alright, I'll meet you outside for warm ups"
