Fans cheer feverishly,
even into the dark cold nights.
Unweathered by the action below,
they cheer until the end.
Lining up in the trenches,
growling, intimidating.
Large men hurl themselves into battle,
against unusual athletes.
Organized by design,
the players execute unknowingly.
All-out to the point of pain,
unto which the outcome will reside.
In the end,
it's just a game.
A grown man's game,
where the stakes are high.
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I would like to translate this poem
great going douglas...that read well...football fever is in the air now...nalini