14 days to kickoff (and counting...)

Hope springs eternal
and in Autumn
a middle-aged man's
thoughts turn to
football.

One can feel it in the air
as the nights grow cooler
and the days grow shorter-
the smell of pigskin
is everywhere.

I strike a bargain
with the world
over a hallowed
123 day season:
the words
FOOT
&
BALL
tattooed across
tattered knuckles
of my hands.

From every playground
(2 hand touch,
below the waist)
to every nerf thrown across
every Street
(tackle)
This is my time,
when I arise.
The cheerleaders
on the sidelines
are my nuns
and this, my friends,
this is
my church

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