The Game

I took the eyes of a football player in the middle of a game. It was something new to me, but I think it went well.

They shout in the crowds saying, “Win! Win! Win!”

We line up staring down our opponents.

Ball in hand we count down until the whistle is blown.

Dodging down the field, all we think is: Win. Win. Win.

The crowd gets louder as I tailgate this guy down and get ready to tackle.

Jumping, each fool on the other team stares in bewilderment.

My form is graceful and swift as I tumble down on number 52.

“Yes! Go 24, go!” that’s all I hear from the crowd.

I get up and get ready to square off again.

A thunder of claps erupts through my helmet, and I smile with glee.

Giving my team mates encouragement, I dart off the field for someone else’s turn to defeat.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Thunder is calling as lightening streaks the sky.

With a score of 27 to 16, the game is called off and we win.

Rain shoots down with such force and everyone scrambles to get to safety.

Team members surround me and we all scream with a win and defeat.

As fast as the rain started, it ended and we all ran to the field with helmets in the air.

This one game determined if we go to play-off or not.

Our win is accepted to everyone but the other team.

It doesn’t matter what happens now, as long as we get to play-offs and win.

 

Author's Note

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