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Honesty Wouldn't it be funny if football players, so smooth, built up in their padding, so experienced, exceeding the size of their helmets, knew what I thought of their Astroturf? "I'm sorry," I'd tell them, "I don't appreciate how it helps you play the field, or contributes to the rate at which you score. It reminds me of young, green moss on rocks, the naive softness my barefeet still ache for, stripped away, dried out like a grandmother's hobby." by CE |