Let's play a game

We stand in line awaiting the whistle,
Many contenders prepared for the hustle;
Some mortified with things past gone wrong,
Some looking for just fun, dance, all along,
Wondering if they would be made to sit,
And lo and behold! The whistle does tick;
The forward pass, I tackle it slow
From the very word when you said go;
So many doubts, but play we must,
To this feeling we must all do just;
Thickening storm crowds the ground,
But we go on and on, round and round,
Your smell fills the fresh air
And mingles with every sweat and hair;
Im sure this game was played fair,
So let's shake hands, shall we, for all we care.