observations of a broom pusher

Friday Night

Football game

It's going to be a runaway game...

No!  Wait, they scored in the last minute... 

Crowd is on their feet, waiting... 

chanting

calling

whispers of encouragement

whistles blowing

feet pounding

Counting down the seconds

6

5

4

3

Aww!  They scored again

Final 41-31 we win!

Working the concession stand on Friday

I missed seeing the football game

Shoot! 
Where I was, you couldn't even HEAR it! 

Actually, if you know me,

you know I really didn't "miss" it one bit.

But later, after the stands were clear

I stood in the stands

broom in hand

(sweeping up the carnage from "adoring" fans)

A deep, familiar voice

somewhere on the field

caught my attention.

Turning towards the field

bathed in stadium lights

my gaze swept across the field

looking, searching

the gangly boys dotting the turf

then in a moment...

I saw him.

Band uniform gone 

trumpet long put away

  Football in hand,

his blond hair fell across his forehead

as he launched the ball

down field towards waiting hands

his laughter ringing in the air

I could just see his boyish grin

As I stood there watching

it was well worth the 5 hours on my feet

in the concession stand,

calling out orders, sweating

figuring up orders and counting money

Just to watch him,

relaxed

playing

running, 

joking

comfortable

enjoying the moment

Yeah, it was worth every minute and hour

and I'd do it again

just to watch him

joy filled my heart

while tears filled my eyes

Just me and my broom