U.S. Army All-American Bowl

The U.S. Army All-American Bowl is the premier high school football all-star game, held annually in January in San Antonio, Texas. Currently played in the Alamodome, the game brings together 90 of the nation's top high school football players in an East versus West matchup. In addition to the Bowl game, there is the U.S. Army All-American Marching Band, which comprises 125 of the nation’s top high school marching musicians who perform during halftime of the U.S. Army All-American Bowl.

The U.S. Army All-American Bowl is the longest-running active high school All-American game. The game was first played on December 30, 2000, in Highlander Stadium in Dallas, Texas. Since then, however, the game has annually been played inside the Alamodome in San Antonio. Notable alumni include: Andrew Luck, Adrian Peterson, Tim Tebow, Eric Berry, Patrick Peterson, Jamaal Charles, and Sharrif Floyd. Twenty-six U.S. Army All-Americans were selected in the 2012 NFL Draft. As of 2012, there were over 180 Army All-Americans on an active NFL roster.

Since the game's inception, attendance has risen from 6,300 for the inaugural game in 2000 to 40,133 for the latest game in 2013. The 2014 U.S. Army All-American Bowl will air live on NBC on Saturday, January 4, 2014 at 1:00 PM EST.

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