Bryce Angell is a cowboy poet. Angell was raised on a farm/ranch in the St. Anthony, Idaho area with approximately 75 head of horses. Horses remain an important part of Angell’s life.
Angell shares his poetry with Cache Valley Daily every Friday.
Today I watched a game of high school soccer at its best. I swear my nerves were
shrieking, frazzled bare, put to the test!
I came prepared for weather with my Fish Brand slicker coat. But forgot about
the blood stains from the out-of-luck coyote.
My wife said, “Your old bloody coat might bring our team bad luck.” So, against
my better judgement, left my slicker in the truck.
We watched our grandson playing. We were proud enough to scream. ‘Cuz after
all, the young man is the captain of the team.
Our grandson’s team scored first. That didn’t take away the heat. The other
team then kicked it in like “Never can be beat.”
The teams were giving all their worth. They fought both tooth and nail. When
heaven opened-up the clouds, dumped soaking rain and hail.
The wind began to blow a force just like an angry sow. I cried, “My bloody slicker
would be nice and warm right now!”
The teams fought on like “No Tomorrow” through the wind and cold. When one
of our team members found a hole and kicked a goal.
At two to zilch, one minute left, we owned the soccer game. But then the
opposition made the first goal to their name.
With seconds left to play, a flag went up for all to see. A call against the goalie.
Seemed a fishy call to me.
The advantage of the kicker sent a speedy goal right in. The game was 2 to 2 now
overtime would soon begin.
I stood there soaking wet. My body chilled right to the core. While my warm and
blood-stained slicker laid there on the dang truck floor.
But then our boys held true and kicked the goal that moved ‘em up. At least
that’s what they told me ‘cuz my eyes were frozen shut.
So, from here on I’ll wear my blood-stained slicker every game. I might look
partial crazy, but I’ll be warm, just the same.