He steps onto the fiel and smells the fresh grass

His face mask blocks his vision

Happyness is his only emotion
The people screaming hurts his ears in the same way his teeth would hurt if a piece of rubber didn't cover his
rear
With each tackle he feels his jersey to comfort the spot they fell in
When he thinks about the next play he sees them plunge in his defence
They watch the score that chose the champinship as he was put in a cannon to be shot back