The Joy of Football

For two hours, I had nothing on my mind but football.

No girls, past present or future. No degrees. No careers. No bumps and bruises. No parents. No friends. Nothing but football.

And it felt so good. So pure. So true. So simple. So beautiful. A game where the sole objective is to place a ball in the goal more times than the opposition, using any means within legal limits.

For two hours, the ball was all that mattered.