Good natured fun,
Darn right silliness,
Recalling family who died we in Dachau,
A young man in winters northern cold last night missed a signal,
No matter how far he goes on his career he will forever be that guy who missed his quarterback rubbing his forearm,
At the time Walmart’s camera shot that nuance I thought number twelve was having a heart attack at thirty-nine,
Might have me the final touchdown but the football touched down then he noticed it could have been the young man’s moment in the sun,
I shall also recall the boys participation in wonderful plays as well as his hideous tattoo along one entire arm.
Maybe next time,
But for all eternity it will be the player that didn’t get to leap into a crowd of people he didn’t know in a stadium in large twice since Bart Star played football there.
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