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Tuesday Night

Number Ten

Saturday, November 8th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Sunshine is better than rain you say
I agree, most of the time
But not on a Tuesday night.
For this is a sacred night
A night where football comes alive
In a cold, dark void
Where the game lights and fires
An atmosphere into the barren stands.
The crowd is sparse but it is better
We are in on this secret
Forget about Saturday afternoon
Tuesday night is when the heart of football beats.
The function of the rain?
To make the players appear as warriors
Fighting through the mud and rain
Nothing will stop them playing the game they love.
The ball skids, the tackles fly
We can see the dirt on the shirts.
We can see the effort by the teams
We can see why we love it.
It may be a far cry from Pele’s ‘Beautiful Game’
In a sun-drenched 1970 Mexico
But I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Isn’t it better to play under the moon?
Isn’t it better to play under the stars?
You’re right, sunshine is better than rain
But not on a Tuesday Night.

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