We watch them on old videos
through grains of black and white
snow or a gaudy melting of colors
so aged that the players, style and
technology have all become relics
Their lives broken down to
a series of debates by studio men
pouring over stats and lumping
together accomplishments
forgetting they played for paychecks
Earning what little would become
their rent or next meal, clothing their
families, living in modest houses next door,
riding the train or bus to their next game
and still riding regardless of the outcome
Sweating a halftime beer in smoke
filled arenas or passing a cigarette
down the bench wondering which
stockyard or butcher shop would
employ them in the offseason
There were no analytics or trainers,
no dieticians molding their
every muscle, they didn’t talk
in the third person or care for
endorsements more than winning
They would drink at the local
watering hole and listen to the
fans critique them to their face
rather than argue and hide from
the safety of their phones
They wore suits to games and
rolled up their sleeves to work
now they limp through life with
crooked backs while their names
slowly disappear from record books
About the Creator
Kincaid Jenkins
Author of "Drinking With Others: Poetry by the Pint" available at https://redhawkpublications.company.site/Drinking-With-Others-Poetry-by-the-Pint-p470423761 and for purchase on Amazon.
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