MISSING PART OF MY LIFE

I miss the crack of the bat,
the slap of a hockey stick,
the whoosh of the net,
the thud of a tackle.
I miss part of my life.
I do not want
a half of a season,
a third of a season,
a quarter of a season.
I want a full season
where I can watch my teams
fall and climb in the standings,
where play is arranged out
over a full schedule,
where players have time
to grow and develop.
Now I am playing with half a deck,
a third of my interest,
a quarter of my enthusiasm.
Sports are a missing part of my life,
and I feel amputated.