A smattering of autumn yellow in the trees lining the quad banners waving gaily above the stadium framed by clear blue sky the marching band plays the fight song team colors, a new school year university motto, vincit omnia veritas what classes do you have? does she like me? old men talking about the rookie quarterback and the option offense prayer national anthem oath of allegiance a century of unbroken tradition the neat white lines of the gridiron laid over dazzling green where troubling scars of history cannot haunt celebration and hope fueling the joy preordained promise of a bright life self-identity carved in stone.
Beneath the grandstands pre-game jitters tapping cleats, low murmurs tape jobs by silent trainers ankles, wrists, fingers, shoulders, and knees –doubt– will i let down the team? will i be hurt? why do i play this game? stealing a look to the man in the middle steadfast gaze into empty space focused energy that does not permit pain, nor understand doubt incarnated iron age power in the locker room born from a time before opinion polls and fads before the questioning of existence and the blurring of virtue no backing down now.
Michael Buhler is the chaplain for the Northeastern Catholic District School Board, in Northern Ontario. He is the author of a collection of short stories, The Burden of Light.