The stadium was filled

The seats packed tight
The jerseys, were muddy, brown and white
Sharp black helmets shined in the light so bright
Late in the season,
it was a cool November night
Players took to the field,
they were confident padded knights

They knew what was coming;

They were ready for a fight
The linemen brushed through
using all their might
The quarterback threw
a screen to the right
With ultimate precession,
a perfect spiral flight
 
As the first whistle blew

To make the game begin,
the better team was set to win

They retreated to the sidelines

With ear to ear grins
They smoked them so bad,
The JV team got in
 
Redeemed from the losses
Relieved from the pain,

I just made a poem out of a football game