Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Moments of lucidity: The eye speaks

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.


Anonymous said...

The best responses are made through the eye.

aki said...

I was down after a terrible game of football. I found peace in this little piece.