What does it matter now, the Friday night
we finally beat Lake Catholic, 6-3?
September something, 1998,
the last-second field goal, and the fray
of students on the field after the game.
We had no chance, the local papers said,
which left us with our middle fingers aimed
at their stands, their sweatered parents, spoiled kids.
What else to do but tear the goal posts down?
What else to do but key the brand new Benz?
What difference then? They went to Yale and Brown,
and my friends stayed in Mentor for their sins.
Still, something to be said for character,
that night's bonfires, those warm, ecstatic beers.

:: Dave Lucas, in Pleiades 26:2, 2006

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