the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

"Hats off, take a knee."

Goodbye...
It was a good ride!
Our teeth have been worn down,
Tearing for victory.
We've only the embers left
From the fire once burning
In our hearts
In our eyes
Four years it never died.
But now,
The scent of wet ash is all around us.
Silence,
The fire dies quietly...

Though the callus has been built
Out of pride and out of guilt,
Even real men cry
When every day we live or die,
Fight or go home.

...So now our chapter is finished,
Our sorrowful song has been sung.
Our men are sick.
Our captain is down.
Now I wait
For Stockholm Syndrome to come around.

Yet at this paradoxical pivot point,
With our broken bones and creaky joints,
The sunset salutes us!
Nature's beauty galore
To say goodbye to a pastime,
There is football no more...

Good game,
Good game,
Good game.

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