The Ball Catcher

As I slip them on,
I feel a sense of pride.
I can do anything.
I step onto the pitch,
The referee tosses his coin…
Up, up…
Our kick off.
They have the ball.
It’s a shot!
Saved!
Another one!
Saved again!

The foamy touch and the orange stripe,
So familiar
The worn out palms and the strap shedding its foam.
When I hold them,
The ball catcher,
The sphere flinger,
All these memories,
All the god moments,
Come back to me.