If our lives are written in sport,
Endless lines that reach the nethers and tort,
In sympathy and affection; loyalty gone for the reasons of our team,
Are we not tropes of a wider kalideoscope
Where what is not important is transferred to the pub or terraces,
So we can sit it in bars for the sake of a hopeful win
That ends in the tapas room and bearpit
Where we feel locally loyal or nationally proud
And throw our drunken weight, outside, inside
And feel better at the end of an everchanging, inconsequential tide.
I like this David, the use of sport, or entertainment in our lives, in order to fill the voids. the thowing together of enemies, for the sake of national pride. Sport is like war, often you find yourself fighting for your cause as you stand beside your most hated foe, all for the sake of a ball. Really insightful. one of my favs of yours. best wishes
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Are you the Dave Levitas who was in Leeds early 70s? John Dougill, living in Kyoto and myself are seeking a ghost. Are you there?