I position myself so that I can tackle the opponent making the run with the ball at his feet. For a split-second, I make eye-contact.
Two pairs of eyes locked at each other, each trying to out-guess the other. A tinge of pride, a tinge of fear in them. A moment of weakness in one pair, the glint of recognition and disdain in the other.
I lunge forward to tackle. I miss completely.
Sometimes, football is a test of one's spirit. You win some, you lose some.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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The best responses are made through the eye.
I was down after a terrible game of football. I found peace in this little piece.
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