The Gridiron Waltz

Knights in tight satin, a collection of men,
Shrouded by equipment, worn to protect them.
Their goal is quite clear, to control and outscore,
Continually beat those who dare come back for more.

They'll ambush you, punish you, crush you for fun.
Keep coming at you until they have won.

Incredibly strong people, large man to man,
Playing a game, with fans in the stands.
Battling weekly, testing body and mind,
Seeking a victory, eleven men at a time.

Their fans are loyal, though they don't always win.
They gather together again and again.
Tailgates and parties, or watching with friends,
Hailing past victories or those that might have been.

They'll meet you and greet you, do everything to beat you.
Their one and only goal, to some way defeat you.

Knights in tight satin, always fighting to live,
Looking for honors no mere man can give.
Striving for victories over those they can't stand.
Complete satisfaction is when victory's in hand.

Going the distance, avoiding a fall.
Wins only come if you answer the call.
Reaching for goals, stretching your limits.
Achieving it all, in a matter of minutes.

Never begrudge them or negatively judge them,
Proudly support and unconditionally love them.

Champions are raised and bred to believe,
Little else matters than the respect they receive.
No one can deny a man's hopes and his dreams.
With goals in both ends and 100 yards in between.

Stand tall.
Be Proud.
Go for it all,
Second place is not aloud.
Separate yourself
From the rest of the crowd.
To the victor, the plunder,
To the loser, dicontent.
Don't let yourself wonder,
What might have been.
Be better then the rest,
The center of talk.
The best of the best,
The cream of the crop.
And in the end,
Don't assign faults,
Just go out and win,
The Gridiron Waltz.



Copyright © December 2009
Kevin Mooney

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