THE GAME

Let me preface this by saying, yes, I am a girl. And yes, I do love football. Yes, that makes me a little strange, because girls... we aren't supposed to like football. Well I do, so... Get over it.

This was no soil for kindliness and affection to blossom in. Of such things he had not the faintest glimmering.
"Family?" He mulled it over for a moment, "Well, you see mine, look all around me."

Football.

That's what the game is. That's how you play it.

 

The other team is a monster, unfeeling, but these boys around you, they are your family. The other team, they chocked everything around them, they do not love their kind, and are just dumb enough to escape from hurting themselves.

Football.

That's what it is.

In your family, in the brothers around you, you find crowded dreams; college, grades, football, this game, here and now, all the dreams fade into one. The best place to win starts with the brother next to you, and be conscious of the sort of dignity and pride that lives in his soul. You can see it in his eyes; and that pass he dropped, you can't help but to forgive him, and forgive yourself, and let go.

 

Let the ball fly.