Out on the grass the ball comes flying over
The two men ran backwards eyes on the ball
jogging backwards raising their arms for the catch
Not quite fast enough the ball accelerates
call it wind
call it lack of player's speed
uncertainty in the knees
heading in reverse
The game was done
the commentators excited voice went on
The lights still engulfed them
The players weren't injured
They took off their boots
bracing themselves for boredom of nostalgia
But the thicker man started complaining
Swollen ankles and oily face
For they had their own curious conditions
One man compared his sloppy gout
Almost bragging instead of lamenting
The details of his affliction
The other man looked at him shocked
I've no such ailment he pleaded
The gout man turned and snorted
You've got frostbite
Impossible it's not cold
So then why has your discolored toe snapped off
Confusion and panic shut out the light and noise
No ambulances and no concern
No hope and no help
The medic got in his humvee
The audience left the lights went out
the sprinklers went on
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