just a game anymore.
it's about God and country.
support the troops,
the sky full
of jets,
flags
and songs. confetti
and fireworks
in the air.
gorging ourselves
with food
and drink.
cold beer.
religion and sex.
money
all wrapped into one
red white and blue
affair.
we're supposed to admire
these men
in gladiator uniforms,
most uneducated
and wealthy
beyond the norm. we're
supposed to make them
role models
for our children, worship
the ground
they walk on.
it's hardly
about the game anymore.
i miss the game.
a few guys on the field,
in the mud,
tossing the ball around.
drawing plays in the dirt.
playing until
the sun went down.
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