let them look

I stand there with my nipples pressed against my shirt straining to pop out. I can see the glances being given me by some of the older guys on the team. seniors mostly. a few recent graduates. The running slowed down and several stopped to hold a conversation. I stayed there getting wetter and wetter and it wasn't just the rain. I'm too old for all of these guys by at least ten years. Sometime I wish it wasn't so. I notice a few of the coaches were staying behind with their teams. So I turn with the crowd and we all rush for cover only to find out nobody has the key to the bus.