<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Football</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back...<br>I've got protection. I've got a receiver open downfield...<br>What the hell is this? This isn't a football, it's a shoe, a man's<br>brown leather oxford. A cousin to a football maybe, the same<br>skin, but not the same, a thing made for the earth, not the air.<br>I realize that this is a world where anything is possible and I<br>understand, also, that one often has to make do with what one<br>has. I have eaten pancakes, for instance, with that clear corn<br>syrup on them because there was no maple syrup and they<br>weren't very good. Well, anyway, this is different. (My man<br>downfield is waving his arms.) One has certain responsibilities,<br>one has to make choices. This isn't right and I'm not going<br>to throw it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louis+Jenkins">Louis Jenkins</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449139" data-title="Football de Louis Jenkins" data-description="I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back... I've got protection. I've got a receiver open downfield... What the hell is this? This isn't a football, it's a shoe, a man's brown leather oxford. A cousin to a football maybe, the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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