sixth grade touchdown

age 50, i'm ready for high school football
having lifted a  few million pounds of stone, sand, hay,
furniture, groceries, firewood, and children who
being girls, don't fully understand 
football the way i don't also
get why it isn't handball, as hands are used 
quite a bit more, though being fast
was my quality at age ten weighing around 67 pounds
able to sprint and dash like no one's business
so that when i scored an 80 yard
touchdown, evading grabs tackles and big jerks
my skinny cheerleading girlfriend rachel mcCurly
bouncing up and down when my dad
shows up "you just missed it!"
the field lit at night in junebug oklahoma,
soldiered on another couple years
being halfback, returning punts and kickoffs,
getting creamed as a shrimp
all to be one of the guys and have that jersey
to wear around school on game day,
so girls would like me
so i could prove tough 
so years later i could reflect, and have one
recollection of making the endzone,
just out of reach the jersey stretching,
being popular, normal, strong, ready.