..and across the verdant stadiumstage
they fly, free at last to act their age;
lenient spectators all, we grant
these lumbering, mutated sylphs the chance
to assert their unassailable manliness:
crushing skulls, snapping limbs, for this
of course is infallible evidence that these
are the virulent half of our great species.
but the greatest truth we ascertain
from sloughing through game after nailbiting game
is that in the end these manly men are all
just a bunch of boys grabbing each other’s balls.