A Game Man Loves

The linemen bend over, 

their tight pants glistening under 

the stadium lights. The quarterback 

looks over their broad backs 

and reads the D. He reaches down

between the center’s legs for the ball,

calls hike, and the linemen start

ripping at each others’ shirt, 

pants are pulled apart, 

one man’s ass falls 

on another’s face. 

The center’s leg is pinned

underneath the guard

and he is on his back 

watching his teammate coming 

down on him. A D-End breaks through

and is on top of the quarterback 

in a second but he spins away. 

He rips the ball downfield 

and a tight end receives it,

his large hands on the ball, 

and he breaks through the soft tug 

at his waistline and sprints to the endzone. 

His veiny arms pump,

his hips churn, sweat drips down

his lips, his warm breath fogs, 

and the audience’s eyes wide 

with excitement. He scores 

and the men pile on him.