The Holy War, 2012 Edition
As Seen Through The Eyes of Robert Frost
Two teams converged in sea of red,
Eight seconds left with a chance to tie,
The Y team stood, we’re best they said
And looked up where the goalposts led
They soared into the midnight sky;
The team they threw, the catch not made
The clock showed zeros, their hopes they died
Victory! Victory! Time to invade!
The sea of red began their parade,
A whistle comes from the official’s side.
A reprieve! A reprieve! The blue side screams,
The sea retreats; the ball is set,
The kick is blocked—all over it seems,
The sea returns; the red it streams,
A yellow flag; it’s not over yet.
The blue fans tell this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two teams converged in red, and I—
I saw the kick hit the post and fly,
And that has made all the difference.
*All photographs were taken from the game broadcast on ESPN 2 and used without permission.