Trophy

The shimmering plaque reflects on me as I reflect back on it
The cold surface paints a picture of all the icy mornings and dewy grass
The model footy boots reminds me of the post-game mud trail leading from the car to the shower
The replica footy reminds me of the sting from a hard footy
The smooth surface takes me back to the young Angus kicking the footy with his dad and brother at the local park
I reflect on the team I played with and for a moment I am in that memory
The smooth edges reminds me of all the rough moments spent shivering or injured on the ground with tears stinging in my eyes
The engraving of best and fairest reminds me of the seven years I spent practicing for a game I had not learned to love
The logo reminds me of the family I am a part of, the unbreakable bound
The team song underneath reminds me of all the croaky voices caused by bellowing the team song
The year engraved reminds me of where I came from, the scrawny underage 7-year-old playing two years up
The trophies colours implants the blue red and gold stripes in my heart
The thought of playing footy brings a smile to my face and euphoria overcomes me
The memory of all the losses, where we have been kept scoreless for seasons on with no good result, makes all the wins very vibrant and vivid.
the memory of all the losses makes remember all the blood sweat and tears literally on the soil of the grounds we play on
The memory of the loses reminds me of the person it made me today