The darkness outside shines in through the lining of windows
The humid air smells of hard work
The quick flash of a cell phone, a camera
Lighting up the merry faces of battle-worm winners.
An outbreak of some familiar chorus strikes out
And soon infects these victors
With the catchy tunes of some famous voice
Until they simmer back
To the quiet murmurs of a conversation that won't matter
But for a moment.
Most won't remember the score
Or who made the winning point
But the feeling of victory
That soaks in under those red lights
Will last a lifetime.