4th and long!

I went to
a high school
football game
and
nostalgia
broke out.
Went deep. Took me to the house.
First time
in at least
10 years
and
everything was
the same,
everything
felt
the same. Boys
testing
their manhood. Girls
watching
wide-eyed,
though not knowing
what they were
seeing.
Parents
aware of
something –
mostly
themselves,
for it was
themselves
most were
watching.
the score
didn’t matter,
even though it was kept
by some
young student
paid to
put up
the numbers.
He (or was it
a she?)
had no idea
what the numbers
meant.
Or if she (or
was it a he?)
had an idea,
well, it wasn’t even close. the score meant
nothing
and
everything.
It always
does.