It's been about a week since the last battle.
Many of us worn, beaten, perhaps unearthed. Many of us previously cultivated, hybridized and synthesized.
Yet, here we are, prepared, excitedly anticipating the next two or so hours of...
Stances, pivots, cuts and the occasional pile-on.
Some say we are pampered, but I can only imagine what wonderful treatment our brethren receive on the links, particularly those closer to the pin. What a life that must be.
Many of us fair well down the middle, but those along the hashes, down the sides and nearest the objective, well, they feel the action, the desperation and sense of victory, more so during those intense moments of play.
The guys who design those diamonds must be more caring as they have created paths for their warriors, saving our other brothers and sisters from what we endure.
I often think of my friends on the pitch, and what it must be like at the mouth of the goal, constant wear from shifting, preparation and protection from the enemy.
Well, we are pampered, but rightfully, needingly so.
And, not too far in time before the battle, we do get manicured with white highlights and a dose of war paint so our guests, our fans and the cameras don't forget where they are.
This is when our roots grow really deep.
Go Cocks! Go Tigers! Go Paladins! Go Bulldogs! Go Terriers! All.
We are the footmen.
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