Like his car, Adam's body creaks by degrees
depending on the heat and whether or not
the Riders can move the ball late in the second quarter,
so he tolerates no complaints about his body
while the Olds shadows the parking lot (a
lotta lot) and wouldn't mind running
onto the field with a minute to go
and a chance for one more score.
If the Olds is old, Adam himself is a veteran
of days like this. Four hours before game time
fans begin to rally in the parking lot of a south
side hotel, their faces painted green
as a union handbook, shouting for
victory and another few
beers. They don't know yet the Riders
won't get it going soon enough to turn
the crowd loose and the fans will have to come back
to the hotel after the loss, not done
shouting yet but the sun's gone and the heat
with it and what's to shout for now.
Gerry Hill can see
Taylor Field from here.