The Sport of Kings

It’s such a structured environment,
rewarding repetitive acts of swift violence,
practiced moves and planned reactions.

It’s such an escape for so many young men.
There aren’t many places left
where aggression is met with such big rewards.

It’s such a comforting feeling to be part of a team.
We learn a lot about character knocking each other down,
helping each other up from muddy grass fields.

It’s such a safe place to be, in a locker room.
Forty five of the biggest, fastest, strongest guys around…
all dedicated to protecting the next.

It’s such a sad thing to give up.
It means that you’re not good enough, that no team drafted you,
that you’re too old to do it anymore.

It’s such a scary transition in life.
It isn’t like basketball, where pick-up games happen in every gym.
There is no escape now, and there is no game plan.

It’s such a horrible trend,
to watch my heroes confront life without a plan,
to see them resort to swift acts of violence.

It’s such a big list of people with long term disability,
battling dementia and addiction, with a life expectancy of 53 years,
and a suicide rate six times higher than our national average.

It’s such a long list of answers… and such a short list of questions.

— leest1 —

Bay Area Street Art

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About Lee Stone -leest1-

The world is changing: Stand for Something. Soporte Para Algo. Independent Poet/Artist. Portland, OR · http://facebook.com/sonstone
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4 Responses to The Sport of Kings

  1. I have this idea for a 20 year reunion football game fundraiser in Mitch’s name. You in?

  2. I have this idea for a 20th reunion fundraiser game in Mitch’s name. You in?

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