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In high school, doing our warm ups,
We chanted “Kill Evanston. Kill Evanston.”
Or Waukegan, or whatever suburb
We were riling ourselves up for.
We didn’t actually want to kill the whole suburb,
Just the players of their football team.
And we didn’t want to kill the players,
Just hurt them enough to take them out of the game.
We practiced diligently in order to be able to do this.
A good hit received much congratulations.
Seeing to the teammate writhing on the ground
Was a secondary consideration.
A lot of it was a mind game,
A game of intimidation.
We practiced that to.
I imagine the skill set of the NFL
Is no different than high school football.
It’s a brutal sport.
The skills and mindset off professional players
Necessary to engage in such organized brutality
Produce unique individuals,
And while hazing in the locker room may be a problem,
There are other more pressing problems to consider
Before more sons are sent off
To the peewee leagues
Where they learn to crash into each other
With ever more efficiency and force.
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