The Game
THE GAME
Here's to the game
of men and their ball.
The helmeted warriors
of winter and fall.
Explode off the line
with a thunderous crack.
Bust through blockades,
and pushing them back
Cover the field,
defend from attack.
Holding the line,
and making the sack.
Advancing position
with power and speed.
Get slamed to the ground,
got no time to bleed.
Flying down field
at incredible paces,
grab bombs from the air,
and off tips of shoe laces.
Giving the order,
making the read,
the rarest of athletes,
a talent to lead.
Engaging attackers,
forging the hole,
protecting their leader,
the heart and the soul.
heat, snow, or rain,
blood, sweat, and tears,
fighting through pain,
attack without fear.
For their city, the peolpe,
their brothers, their name.
Most important of all
for love of the game.
With prowess, and grit,
they give it their all,
for the ultimate honor,
enshrined in the hall.
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