Football as a metaphor for life– smash mouth, knee to groin refs don’t see, rain, mud, sleet, hail, hostile or indifferent crowd. Moving the chains, trying for the first down, fourth and four, a ridiculous gamble if it backfires. Now the wet grass is ice, now it’s quicksand. Slowed down footage of the run, the hit, water flying in a shower of frozen droplets at jaw shuddering contact. Broken rib, the knees hitting the frozen field, we have…. they’re trotting on with the chains to measure and… short by two feet. Better luck next time.
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