Thursday, August 5, 2010

Extra Time

We're in extra time.

The wind is in my hair as I run with the ball.

A pair of legs chop mine away from under me.

I hear a whistle as my vision shows the onrushing green.

I pick myself up, ignoring the pain in my ass.

The ball is set before the human wall. I get a few pats on the head.

Take a few deep breaths, and I take the kick. It curls and dips, and...