He steps onto the field and smells the fresh grass

His face mask blocks his vision

Happiness 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 them
With each tackle he feels his jersey to comfort the spot the person fell in
When he thinks about the next play he sees them plunge in his defence
He watch the score that chose the championship as he was put in a cannon
to be shot back