Leatherhead
I’ve always had a bit of a linebacker mindset in spite all the poetic pretense. In another life, I suppose I would have made a living ripping the heads off of sissy quarterbacks. I’ve always fancied myself charging at a problem like an angry rhinoceros.
Alas that great career never evolved. My knees and ankles had other plans. But I always think back to the best compliment I ever received. It was a friend who told me that he always visualizes me in one of those old fashion leather football helmets. I imagine I was probably being a hard head. I guess I always have been old school even though I wear a progressive’s garb.
Sometimes just smile
and take the damn compliment
it won’t come again
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