My Practice Jersey...

...had been hiding in my backpack for a few months. I wore it today and got a nosebleed. Just the weather, but some of the blood leaked onto the sleeve where it turned the shade of middle aged lipstick. I remembered layout practice from last spring break, again and again reaching for some poor throw, batting the disk, scratching my arm in the grass until the blood gushed and I smeared a handprint across the front of the shirt. I miss college.