Sports as Warts
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I ruled out playing sports a while before
I learned that they are bad and I was bad
At them. Most other boys went out to score
Two-second triumphs and defeats, both sad.
Inside our classroom we had read fist tales
In Attic myths, those stories made of sun
And monster slaughter, how the heart impales
Our lives, the truth. I ditched the empty fun
On soccer field and football grid, race track
And other sweat-filled fru-fru. Then one day
