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When Cross got the news that he was being called up to play in Philly right away, he was extremely excited. Philly had been high on his list of destinations, and he believed he could help make an immediate impact in the team's secondary. He would be given the chance to start his career in the NSFL instantly, and he couldn’t have been happier with the situation he was in. Cross had never been to Philadelphia, but he was looking forward to going to see the many great tourist attractions and historical monuments that were there. He wanted to infuse himself with the culture of one of America's greatest cities, and the long history that the city had. With this being the case, he made it his first priority to visit and see the Liberty Bell. Obviously the Liberty Bell was the team's logo, so he knew he had to go snap a picture with it. After waiting about 45 minutes in line, he finally reached the front to see the magnificent symbol of freedom in front of him. The Liberty Bell was golden and beautiful and he could imagine the glorious ringing noise which used to echo from hitting it. Cross could feel what #RingTheBell truly means to this team and these fans. The freedom and independence of the great nation all symbolized within this one golden bell. He was nearly moved to tears by this realization of what he would be representing in Philadelphia, and he was proud to be a part of this new team.
After departing from the Liberty Bell, he wanted to visit the Philadelphia Museum of Art to see the Rocky Statue. Powerful symbolism exuded from the area. He could feel the power that resided in the 72 stone steps leading up to the statue, and related this symbol of hope to his own story. He had started as a wrestler with a promising future, but gave it all up to pursue football. His path in front of him was still unknown, a season of success in the DSFL didn’t necessarily mean success later down the road in the NSFL. Would he find success in Philly? Would he fall to mediocrity, or something even worse? Cross had come this far and he wasn’t going to turn back now, and he sure as hell wasn’t afraid of what was going to come next. He would bring himself success in the NSFL and with Philly because that was his desire. He wanted to win and to be the best, so he would continue pushing further into the unknown to do so, training, practicing with new teammates, watching film, whatever it would take. As Cross ran up these steps he embraced his future, his new team, and his new city. He could feel the passion of the city in each resounding step and he knew he wanted to bring this city and all the fans an Ultimus Trophy. At the top, he posed next to the Rocky Statue and took some pictures. He knew that one day he would look back at these photographs and reflect on his time spent in Philly. His true legacy was just now beginning.
Before Cross headed to the Liberty facilities, he had to go eat. He was pretty hungry and he knew exactly what he wanted to try, a Philly Cheesesteak. Back home in Arizona, there were practically no places you could go to get a really good cheesesteak, so he had been looking forward to tasting the real thing. An authentic Philly Cheesesteak was what he was after. He had done some research online and had asked some locals while walking around the city and had decided that the best place to go was John’s Roast Pork (if anyone is actually from Philly and is reading this don’t @ me on my selection of Philly Cheesesteak venue ok). When he walked in through the doors the smell of grilled meats made his mouth water. He had been told that John’s Roast Pork was known for two great sandwiches, their Cheesesteak, and the sandwich that their shop was named after, the Roast Pork. Cross decided he wanted to try them both because the Roast Pork sounded too good to turn down. These sandwiches were quite big though, but he was hungry and wanted the best of both worlds.
While he was eating, a group of three guys walked up to the table he was sat at, one wearing the jersey of Philadelphia Liberty star and popular first overall fantasy pick Sam Torenson, and politely asked, “Excuse me, sorry to bother you during your meal, but you’re Matt Cross right? Liberty’s first pick in the draft!”
Cross responded with a big smile on his face, “Yes I am, what are your guys’ names, and are you about to eat? Please take a seat and we can chat!”
The guys were shocked at Cross’s immediate friendliness, but they couldn’t hide their excitement, “Yea uh, we just ordered, wow thank you for the offer we’d love to talk, I mean you’re the Son of Havoc, you’re a key part of this defense now and you’re in such a young state in your career, we’d love to sit down with a future star.”
The three men did just that, and they talked about all things football while they ate their lunch. Cross told the Liberty fans many good stories about his locker room interactions and his game day experiences. He also answered their questions, keeping them entertained while they ate. Cross was happy to see such enthusiasm in these fans, and he hoped that he could make them proud of him and the team. When they had finished lunch, Cross was tempted to invite them to walk with him to the facilities, but he quickly realized that that probably wasn’t the best idea. Instead, Cross said thanks to the guys for sitting down and talking with him, and they said thank you repeatedly to him in response. Before they departed, the fans asked for Cross’s signature which he happily provided, jokingly saying with a wink, “Hold on to this one, when I’m in the hall of fame in a few years it might be worth somethin’”
Cross enjoyed his lunch spent talking to the fans, they were nice guys and were so excited for this upcoming season. He took note of their names and figured one day he might give them a gift for being the first to warmly welcome him to the city. He could tell that the spirits in Philly were quickly on the rise, even after a 3-10 season. As he walked to the facilities he continued to ponder what the next few years would entail, and by time he reached it, he was daydreaming of an Ultimus Victory. Cross knew that this was the beginning of a long road. He had finally reached the NSFL, the destination he had dreamed of for years, now he had to make his efforts count and win with his new team.
When Cross got the news that he was being called up to play in Philly right away, he was extremely excited. Philly had been high on his list of destinations, and he believed he could help make an immediate impact in the team's secondary. He would be given the chance to start his career in the NSFL instantly, and he couldn’t have been happier with the situation he was in. Cross had never been to Philadelphia, but he was looking forward to going to see the many great tourist attractions and historical monuments that were there. He wanted to infuse himself with the culture of one of America's greatest cities, and the long history that the city had. With this being the case, he made it his first priority to visit and see the Liberty Bell. Obviously the Liberty Bell was the team's logo, so he knew he had to go snap a picture with it. After waiting about 45 minutes in line, he finally reached the front to see the magnificent symbol of freedom in front of him. The Liberty Bell was golden and beautiful and he could imagine the glorious ringing noise which used to echo from hitting it. Cross could feel what #RingTheBell truly means to this team and these fans. The freedom and independence of the great nation all symbolized within this one golden bell. He was nearly moved to tears by this realization of what he would be representing in Philadelphia, and he was proud to be a part of this new team.
After departing from the Liberty Bell, he wanted to visit the Philadelphia Museum of Art to see the Rocky Statue. Powerful symbolism exuded from the area. He could feel the power that resided in the 72 stone steps leading up to the statue, and related this symbol of hope to his own story. He had started as a wrestler with a promising future, but gave it all up to pursue football. His path in front of him was still unknown, a season of success in the DSFL didn’t necessarily mean success later down the road in the NSFL. Would he find success in Philly? Would he fall to mediocrity, or something even worse? Cross had come this far and he wasn’t going to turn back now, and he sure as hell wasn’t afraid of what was going to come next. He would bring himself success in the NSFL and with Philly because that was his desire. He wanted to win and to be the best, so he would continue pushing further into the unknown to do so, training, practicing with new teammates, watching film, whatever it would take. As Cross ran up these steps he embraced his future, his new team, and his new city. He could feel the passion of the city in each resounding step and he knew he wanted to bring this city and all the fans an Ultimus Trophy. At the top, he posed next to the Rocky Statue and took some pictures. He knew that one day he would look back at these photographs and reflect on his time spent in Philly. His true legacy was just now beginning.
Before Cross headed to the Liberty facilities, he had to go eat. He was pretty hungry and he knew exactly what he wanted to try, a Philly Cheesesteak. Back home in Arizona, there were practically no places you could go to get a really good cheesesteak, so he had been looking forward to tasting the real thing. An authentic Philly Cheesesteak was what he was after. He had done some research online and had asked some locals while walking around the city and had decided that the best place to go was John’s Roast Pork (if anyone is actually from Philly and is reading this don’t @ me on my selection of Philly Cheesesteak venue ok). When he walked in through the doors the smell of grilled meats made his mouth water. He had been told that John’s Roast Pork was known for two great sandwiches, their Cheesesteak, and the sandwich that their shop was named after, the Roast Pork. Cross decided he wanted to try them both because the Roast Pork sounded too good to turn down. These sandwiches were quite big though, but he was hungry and wanted the best of both worlds.
While he was eating, a group of three guys walked up to the table he was sat at, one wearing the jersey of Philadelphia Liberty star and popular first overall fantasy pick Sam Torenson, and politely asked, “Excuse me, sorry to bother you during your meal, but you’re Matt Cross right? Liberty’s first pick in the draft!”
Cross responded with a big smile on his face, “Yes I am, what are your guys’ names, and are you about to eat? Please take a seat and we can chat!”
The guys were shocked at Cross’s immediate friendliness, but they couldn’t hide their excitement, “Yea uh, we just ordered, wow thank you for the offer we’d love to talk, I mean you’re the Son of Havoc, you’re a key part of this defense now and you’re in such a young state in your career, we’d love to sit down with a future star.”
The three men did just that, and they talked about all things football while they ate their lunch. Cross told the Liberty fans many good stories about his locker room interactions and his game day experiences. He also answered their questions, keeping them entertained while they ate. Cross was happy to see such enthusiasm in these fans, and he hoped that he could make them proud of him and the team. When they had finished lunch, Cross was tempted to invite them to walk with him to the facilities, but he quickly realized that that probably wasn’t the best idea. Instead, Cross said thanks to the guys for sitting down and talking with him, and they said thank you repeatedly to him in response. Before they departed, the fans asked for Cross’s signature which he happily provided, jokingly saying with a wink, “Hold on to this one, when I’m in the hall of fame in a few years it might be worth somethin’”
Cross enjoyed his lunch spent talking to the fans, they were nice guys and were so excited for this upcoming season. He took note of their names and figured one day he might give them a gift for being the first to warmly welcome him to the city. He could tell that the spirits in Philly were quickly on the rise, even after a 3-10 season. As he walked to the facilities he continued to ponder what the next few years would entail, and by time he reached it, he was daydreaming of an Ultimus Victory. Cross knew that this was the beginning of a long road. He had finally reached the NSFL, the destination he had dreamed of for years, now he had to make his efforts count and win with his new team.