They connect and divide us. Players and watchers with their separate symbols. It’s game time every time, with winners and losers, no room for sometimes. Blood action defines the fields. It’s a poetry of action and muscle in glorious hues.
Sport as war and war as sport. Boundaries, walls, bodies, and trophies define battle. Rules of engagement written on wet cement. Crossing the line is pure showmanship. Targets seen though myopic lenses that reduce them to pinpoints on the fields.