They line up for war & set off they’re tour
Knowing full well the struggle they’ll have to endure
What’s in store is a pure contest of might & will
As the two prideful sides collide to fight with skill
The sight is filled with an excitement that’s real.
And the heat of the battle ignites on the field.
The front line is sealed, to block a forewarned attack
Their leader’s coordinates are about a quarter back.
He bark’s out orders & stacks his border then tracks…
His enemy’s troops before moving forward to act
On his exact signal, the men will initiate his mission
Which is to push them back & increase their position
So they wait & listen for their general’s permission
As the sun glistens off there protective armour
And the heat pushes the hot temperature farther
It becomes harder to focus on the task at hand
But they are warriors set to destroy any man
Then…
Out goes the command to deploy and defend
The general sends men wide as a decoy to pretend
Like he’s coy to them..
And instead.. commences his forces on the ground
As the front line engages and is tossed around
Hand to hand combat ensues with bruises and bumps
Scrapes and cuts bleed from the blood being pumped
Bodies are dumped.. Both sides being lumped together
Severed is the formation that was once remembered
Fronts tethered & tied now slide for protection
As the leader advances ahead with no detection...
Inside the defenses dimension and near is the goal
Which is ten yards past what the enemy holds
And behold..
Its reached as the opposition is breached and broken
On a first and goal when the offense was golden….
Another bloody Sunday in the NFL.
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Originally Posted by Silent.
