Visualize this and you'll feel the difference:
Sixman players and coaches are last second hero and state champion,
Flacca and Crabtree rolled into one,
Mach 10 fighter pilots,
Formula one racers in fire-resistant suits...rather than pit crews.
Its 12 matadors facing Toro bulls with table cloths.
Skydivers screaming to earth a hundred miles per hour and floating soft touchdowns.
They are Pachabell orchestrating "Canon in D" symphonys.
Authors of love sonnets,
Shapers of new worlds,
Captains of unsinkable battleships,
Conquorers of mysticism and superstition,
Leonidas' 300 at Thermopylae,
Heroes
Volunteers stepping over a line in the mission sand,
Patriots forging a nation from a frozen valley,
Blood-brothers crossing French beaches 10,000 miles from home.
Boys in a sandpile beneath a shady pecan.
Do I exaggerate or paint a clear picture? :} :}