The lights, the noise, the heat
Will be missed by all
The blood, sweat, tears
Shed by all 
It happens once a year
But only in the fall
Not one man but many men on one mission 
To win it all
They come together to be one
Some standing against the wall but
All standing tall
From the first whistle to the sound of the clocks end 
Men will fight over an ablong ball
Now the stakes change 
Win
Or
Go
Home
They fight to stay alive but in the end 
Only one will be on top of them all

This poem was written/submitted by Brady G.