ninety-nine
seemed too tall
seemed too long
but played to the thousands strong
ripped the cleated grass
a world’s share of passion
gone and back again
hearts were won by the smooth face of honor
the howl of the hungry man
the lure of the chase
and with the sunday fielded family
the roaring speed of victory
love and passion
not counted in wins
but tallied in sweat and pain
in sacrifice and brotherhood
always a star he will remain
his final victory fitting
one day to be memorialized
in the gaming shrine of men
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/2/12
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