I find myself relating to Maya Angelou’s experience in her essay “Champion of The World” in several aspects. It seems like everytime I’m at a football party, everyone loses their mind over the game. People are constantly shouting their opinions over the already loud surround sound speakers. Some of them even spilling drinks and savory snacks onto innocent bystanders as if they were human trash cans. In general, I don’t understand the appeal of watching sports games. What’s so interesting about watching people throw a ball around for three hours? In spite of that, I can connect with the determination and skills each player displays while the cameras are on. Furthermore, I also witnessed a historical event that proved African
