My last blitz long now passed
My last blitz long now passedTaronis – ‘00
A field of mud in a November snow
A grunt, a sprint, a smashing blow
He laid in a heap in the cold
Whistle blown, no flags
Up for another run
Fingers poised in the snow
The smell of sweat and mud
Glaring at the other side
Cadence called, the snap is off
A collision, stopped, defended well
Muddied faces rejoice
The ball changes hands
A gray day, filthy and cold
Long ago, as the center of the line
Covered in mud, and sweat, and blood
Battling in the snow
A high school player, a defender
I remember those days and bear the scars
I miss the game, the fury, the rush
My last blitz long now passed
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