"I've often wondered if he stays for the game. It's a crazy thought: the whole thing, after all, is a dream. But it does seem real, and I've often wondered if finally, in those dreams, I get a chance to play football for my father. I don't think I'll ever know. For one thing, as I've said, the game is always at night, so, as in that first varsity game I ever played---the one game, perhaps, when I was most content---the stands are all a darkness, bright lights, glaring down. But there is another reason that question will never be answered. For in those recurrent dreams I often see the teams on the field, the warm-up drills have sometimes taken place, the players gathered to line up for the kick---still I am racing around, searching for some trivial thing---but in those dreams of a frustrating search, a task I am never ready for, in those dreams of the night, my football dreams, the one thing that is always the same is that the game never begins."
"Football Dreams"
by David Guy