Our football team wins its match against our rival. We are both in love with a third team, but we will be the ones seeing them next week.
We spend the week becoming more aware of our bodies. That third team is sexy. It has so many legs.
We know that our rival will be seeing the third team in the weeks to come. There is nothing we can do about it. It makes us love the third team more.
Sometimes a team from the South comes to town. We usually regret playing a team from the South.
Friday after Friday, the townsfolk descend like a flock of blue and gold flamingos. They come to show support, to object, to see us hurt.