On the sideline, I sip warm cocoa.
On field, giants grapple.

Sweat and curses fly.
Shoulder pads crunch.
Whistles blow.
The players lumber toward benches,
spitting mouth guards and blood.

Halftime.
My turn.

Likewise an athlete,
I heft my tuba and sprint on field.

dVerse Quadrille #74: sip