and They Call it Murderball

A trip down a wheelchair rugby scrimmage, through my eyes this afternoon.

I arrive at the court, with players alight with high dreams.

Who will be the hero; who will eat the hardwood?

Begin scrimmage! Orbiting friend and foe

Meteoric sphere called out, coming down from the heavens.

Catching, part glove, part jaw, 

CONCUSSION, as the ball meets capture. 

Rocketing downrange, player seeks Key.

Offensive tackle has my back, bashing the great opposers.

Crashing! Defense down, and...SCORE!!! The whistle blows. 

One knows he's only as good as his last goal. Moving on. 

Begin again.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

You scored big in this write...:)...............

[Sami Khalil]

You brought this game alive in your readers minds...Bravo...................

[Jay Steitler]

Thanks! I'll be the one feeling this in the morning, Lol!

[Sami Khalil]

OK. You are welcome...:)........................