The thrill of the game
is a wonderful burst
of excitement
and ambition
coursing through your veins.
The sweat on your brow
drips down your sun-burnt skin
as you face the glaring sun,
bright eyes tracking the ball.
The ache in your bones
your muscles
the burning scratch on your knee
from last game,
beats any day
spent scrolling on your phone.
The thrill of the game
is better
than getting a like
on an online post
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