Football Season

A Disposable Career

I gripped the football, cocked it back, and flung it with an uneasiness towards Eric. The football spun out in a sideways spiral, but arrived at his hands, nonetheless. It’s been a while since I tossed the pigskin, but after a few exchanges the muscle memory kicked back in. Eric and I were tossing the football as well as chatter back and forth on his sprinkled leaf front yard. Nostalgia of our senior football season crept back into the conversation. It’s been six years away from the game.

Yesterday was Eric’s birthday (24) and he’s in a similar situation as I am, unemployed and residing at home–his last birthday at home was junior year in high school. We’re still here, back in our hometowns–I never really left. There was talk of people from our class who were leading happy lives infused with success, marriage, and overall good fortune. This talk…

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