(soccer, that is)
When I become a footballer, I run across
grass wildly but stumble into
thick mud as it were: halted. I become
two years old again and stab at and stomp
and kick things with my legs. Adrenalin-
incited, I then oscillate between manic
ambition and dispirited lethargy. Every
so often, ambition gets what it wanted
from a ball and some netting.
Sweat-ecstasy. For a moment I'm held
in the raucous hive-mind of the Folk.
Even as I begin to celebrate, I feel
the thrill begin to fade. I see the howling
crowd drunk in the rain, and I turn 51
and lie on a couch snoring while TV
broadcasts a soporific match.
hans ostrom 2017
When I become a footballer, I run across
grass wildly but stumble into
thick mud as it were: halted. I become
two years old again and stab at and stomp
and kick things with my legs. Adrenalin-
incited, I then oscillate between manic
ambition and dispirited lethargy. Every
so often, ambition gets what it wanted
from a ball and some netting.
Sweat-ecstasy. For a moment I'm held
in the raucous hive-mind of the Folk.
Even as I begin to celebrate, I feel
the thrill begin to fade. I see the howling
crowd drunk in the rain, and I turn 51
and lie on a couch snoring while TV
broadcasts a soporific match.
hans ostrom 2017
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