SPORT
After school we’d gather in the street. The curbs established the sidelines. The telephone poles marked the goal lines. It didn’t bother us to play among parked cars and low hanging tree limbs. We devised trick plays. We’d hand the football to a running back crossing behind the quarterback, he’d lateral back, then the quarterback would pass it to a receiver running a fly route. The ball would soar higher than the powerlines, spiraling and arcing, pinpointing his hands. We cheered as he ran past the telephone pole. Touchdown. Then we’d shout the play-by-play, pretending we were our NFL idols.
