Reminiscing about football playing times.
|Long ago I played football despite looming harm,
and like Johnny Unitas I had a good arm.
The midwest is a land that’s as proud as can be;
Indiana my neighbor—Ohio is me.
I was sixteen and green was the shirt that I wore;
all the practice for football indeed made me sore.
Muscle pulls and leg-cramping were close to insane;
I would reach for potassium, easing the pain.
Thin and lean my physique though I could have used mass;
I was very proficient in throwing a pass.
Number sixteen I sported in quarterback play;
a prime number was what someone called me one day.
I was medium bronze in the late summer weeks
and was more than accepting of coaching critiques.
If the truth be so bold I was painfully thin;
yet with speed on the field I would edge out a win.
(President Rutherford B. Hayes won by a shave;
fraudulent was the stigma he took to his grave.
So appalling the depths negatives will resort;
as in politics, sometimes it infiltrates sport.)
Looking back on those days I was lanky and quick;
although I am now Richard, back then I was Rick.
I would love to toss spirals to halfbacks and ends;
I give thanks for the past and the joy that it lends.
Special Birthday Prompt for Sophy
All Bold Items have number 19 in common:
—Indiana…19th state admitted to the union
—potassium…atomic number 19
—a prime number…19 is a prime number (divisible only by itself and 1)
—bronze…19th year anniversary gift
—President Rutherford B. Hayes…19th President