Practice as always
Long and grueling from all the running
The team’s exhausted
But, ready to battle

By a loss of one point
The game ended in overtime
For some, the last one

The coveted trophy
Remains shelved till next year
Collecting dust

Tears in their eyes
Dirt and blood on their face
Everyone chinned up and went home

The Coach reminiscing of what was
And hopeful for what could be
Pulls back and kicks up
Sinking into the Lazy Boy

The wife as always
Comes late to the dinner table

She ran sprints all night