Whether playing or cooly watching,
Proudly cheering, or mercifully botching
All those scripts, the greatest strain
Is viewing saints go down the drain…
The wherewithal for exhalation
And how each call begets elation
Shall be strewn with constant breaks,
The injured souls, extending makes.
The headache hits us like a hammer.
Resuming play, without a stammer…
Recovery, then focused needs;
Surely, every mascot bleeds…
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