The butterflies hovering all inside me,
The turf under my feet rumbling,
The deaf feeling and word mumbling,
And then the touch of the ball and in-game insanity.
The ball is snapped,
First sounds of a new season,
Hit after hit,
Then the next play starts with a stronger reason.
In the air we can smell victory,
Completely on our side,
The game ends,
And the fans cheer us on with pride.
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