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6 Minute Football
6 Minute Football
The night was a bucket of blackness splashed on a canvas of stars,
homebound in my green Chevy pickup on a backroad emptied of cars.
I could see a house light in the distance, thru trees, like a flickering flame.
I gunned the engine, raced up the road for tonight’s great football game.
Upon stopping, I looked in my mirror and saw some reflections of light.
It was only my buddies bringing the beer, pretzels & chips for the night.
We watched the game, talked and ate, laughing in our work-day duds.
With keg on a table, chips in the dip, we sucked down masses of suds.
The game was intense and rugged on a field of green, you see.
I wished and wanted to play there when something tugged me three.
Bill’s eyes went wild! Frank threw up chips! Sam spewed beer suds on me!
I began dissolving, melting, merging into the game’s TV.
Before I knew it with ball in hand, I was running for the touchdown goal.
Monstrous brutes, frothing at the mouth, ran behind to stop me cold.
They were gaining, almost upon me. That’s when my fear kicked in.
I could hear my best buddies yelling and shouting for me to win.
I was lifted in the air and slammed to the ground
with a crunch and a crash not kind,
with wind knocked out and waves of hurt
from the weight of the brutes on my spine.
But the cheers rang out with a victory roar
and I opened my eyes to find
6 minutes of Pro Football I’ll cherish,
‘cause the ball was over the line.
Namyh
The night was a bucket of blackness splashed on a canvas of stars,
homebound in my green Chevy pickup on a backroad emptied of cars.
I could see a house light in the distance, thru trees, like a flickering flame.
I gunned the engine, raced up the road for tonight’s great football game.
Upon stopping, I looked in my mirror and saw some reflections of light.
It was only my buddies bringing the beer, pretzels & chips for the night.
We watched the game, talked and ate, laughing in our work-day duds.
With keg on a table, chips in the dip, we sucked down masses of suds.
The game was intense and rugged on a field of green, you see.
I wished and wanted to play there when something tugged me three.
Bill’s eyes went wild! Frank threw up chips! Sam spewed beer suds on me!
I began dissolving, melting, merging into the game’s TV.
Before I knew it with ball in hand, I was running for the touchdown goal.
Monstrous brutes, frothing at the mouth, ran behind to stop me cold.
They were gaining, almost upon me. That’s when my fear kicked in.
I could hear my best buddies yelling and shouting for me to win.
I was lifted in the air and slammed to the ground
with a crunch and a crash not kind,
with wind knocked out and waves of hurt
from the weight of the brutes on my spine.
But the cheers rang out with a victory roar
and I opened my eyes to find
6 minutes of Pro Football I’ll cherish,
‘cause the ball was over the line.
Namyh
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