We won loose balls, and if we didn’t win them, we caused tie-up after tie-up, wet bodies coalescing on the wood floor: rip, rip, roar. When the game was on the line, and when it wasn’t on the line, we sacrificed our bodies. Not because we were told to, but because there was no higher honor. We sacrificed our bodies for something not quite holy, not quite mortal. Where does the body end and immortality begin? We wanted to find out.
