Story's and Poems

On the line

The whistle shattered the still silent air

60 minutes came down to these 30 seconds

Mud gnawed and consumed at the cleats of the players

The air that filled the stadium was soaked with the stench of sweat

Mountains of muscle and fat stood in the way of a ring

Dew from the grass ate at the players months and noses

Jerseys stemmed from the desire to claim the win

Beads of sweat cover the noses and arms of the players

Souls raged with the spirit and desire to win

Pads and Helmets were gashed with the wounds of battle

Players chewed on the dissevering flavorless gum

Minds of the players were consumed by one thing...the desires to win

The fire that lit the field burned at the player's skin and jerseys

Season, practices, months, and years came down to 4th down on the one

The last breath was drawn and the ball hit the Quarterback's' hands

The player's mind cease of any acidity

In that moment the crowd held its breath and the world stop turning