slipped past the distracted girls at the gate
wandered to the other side, with the latter day saints
sat on the grass in a shady spot
watched a trick play develop, then fail
talked of families and committments
the cheering section loud and untamed to our left
finally the bell sounded and we met across the street
half tequila shots with peach slices
outside, the breeze was cool and the trees were bare
couldn't locate the car keys, pockets full of receipts
in the shade, half buried with the dust, they laid on the ground
as if we were meant to be delayed
