Chief Piece(s) together the idea of football - Rob (T.F.) Downes (IV)

Bobblehead men, dressed in bodysuits covered in the a blood of their enemies. Their masculinity hurts, it burns, like a flaming spear just piercing your eyes. My nostrils shrivel to the pungent aroma of radiating sweat that flows off in waves from these bobblehead me. I feel them looking at me constantly, smelling out my inferiority, bastards.  I can sense them fueling themselves off the other spectators. I resist their glares, their animal gazes. These ape-like men, dressed in their large body suits, scratching and sniffing and biting each other. They enjoy throwing themselves on each other. They enjoy jumping and falling and running into other people. This seems like a very inefficient way to settle their dispute, but they continue anyway. The crack of flesh on flesh causes the ground to shake, my teeth to rattle. The sound radiates through my body and I share the pain of the man on the ground. The smacking sound is like a punch, painful to everyone around. I notice all the people around me violently yell and shriek each time one of the red monster men knocks over the other sweaty creature in front of him. They too are barbarians, yet they are mice in comparison to the field. They cheer, but I sense their fear of being in the position of one of the fallen men. These ape men in flaming body’s, they celebrate the utter destruction of the monstrous man in front of them. The dispute is settled through moving a ball. Only one man may grasp this ball. This one man is chosen and protected by all the men. However, the small man with the ball, surrounded by the apes, seems to be afraid of the ball. Each time he receives the ball, he throws it away as soon as he possibly can. A fellow red bobbling man catches the ball and runs into his box. The crowd then erupts, and an earthquake then ensues. Bodies are everywhere, and I’m lost in the crowd of flailing corpses. The red bobbling men walk off the field, leaving behind a pungent trail. The aroma so strong that I begon to cry from its sheer strength. As they leave, I witness them removing their heads and walking off into the distance. The tiny people of the crowd follow them, admiring their ape-like ways.