Backyard Football by Joseph H. Gormann, III, MD
A long time ago
In a dark cold November
With the sunless shadows
Of late afternoon gathering
Standing with brothers
And buddies
Waiting for the last
Kickoff
Wet pants clinging
To cold strong legs
Enjoying the discomfort
Of icy wet feet
The smell of wet dirty grass
An empty belly growling
All made pleasant
By the anticipation of
Spaghetti sauce bubbling
On the old stove
In a big pot
Under a mother’s watch
A hot tub
A fluffy dusty couch
Set before an old snowy
Black and white TV