Dreaming of the End Zone

Lights, camera, action

60 minutes of tough,

hardcore, gridiron action. 

And there I stand,

taking it all in. 

Focusing and analyzing each play,

remember highlights 

and memorizing stats.

But at the end of that last quarter,

the real dream comes true.

As I make my way 

to the center of the field,

microphone handy

and questions prepared.

I'm finally there and my career begins,

officially reporting you live from ESPN. 



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