Gabe's academic year started anew, with Friday pickup soccer separating a week of study from a week-end of study. I am there to enforce the separation.
Smarting from a close call in Man vs. Cosmos, I have summoned the muscle stretch to get me through play until dusk. Goodbye cramps.
Cosmos also came ready for the fight: Artificial Lights threaten an endless game. Yet man does not need to outrun the tiger, just outlast some youngsters.
Man lives to play another day, or maybe plays to live another day.
Acutely aware that Cosmos only needs to win once.
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