We don't need the cheerleaders,
We don't need the crowds, or the fans
We need strength and endurance,
and the will to play
The pain, the agony of defeat.
The happiness, the joy of win ning.
Your bones hurt, your head spin ning.
They take you out, you go back in.
Everything so fast,
The hits, the touchdowns.
The happiness, the pain, the bruises, cuts, sprains
The game is over, you've won,
Your muscles hurt, your body's numb.
You celebrate, the game is over.
-- Cory Sherman, 15, Clarence
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