The Worst Jewish Under 10s Football Team in the World
There is a blissful dizziness
in exploring the exotic score lines
-- 25-0, 20-0, 19-1 --
when even the concept of defeat or victory
or time itself
peels free of its designation
and we are not so much playing the opposition
as ourselves in different stripes.
What is the keepy-uppy
but a longing for weightlessness?
What is the keeper's away kit
but a psychoactive glitch?
And when, at season's end,
they come to us with the sportsmanship award
and pray the miracle of close control
descends on our back four,
we shall smile and access the serenity
available to those who've watched the referee lose count.