Memoirs+of+a+Sportsman

Memoirs of a Sportsman It is the cacophony that rages about every locker room. It is a facemask, shooting foul, red card, and ejection. It is the set of hands determined to wring out a competitor’s drive. It is an engine fueled by incredulous fans and roaring crowds. It is carnivorous. It fills the porous soul like melted wax. It renders poise more slippery than a wet bar of soap. It is a dam to the progression of sport. To fight it is to fight tear gas with a tennis racket. Pride.