The Couch Sags

My couch is broken and I couldn't be happier because my son uses it as an end zone and it is beautiful to watch him imagine players and plays and connect his imagined scenarios with a physical enactment, a sort of nascent and unforced drama, an endless series of one act plays, supernally creative play, going through cards and stickers with dates of birth, age, height, weight, college attended, position, playing statistics, and he riffs off every category imagining the battles and who ends up winning and why and I could watch him destroy my couch this way all day.