Nerd Versus Jock

I'm not saddened to describe: you never mattered to me much.
 You were the beautiful ones on the schoolyard
 who were quick with a punch,
 who were fast to point a flincher out for ridicule and derision,
 who could operate athletic equipment with all precision,
 who held no superstition about doing unto others.
 Therefore I just avoided you. Jackets in school colors
 weren't difficult to spot you in. Don't associate — solved.
 In fact, in retrospect, you barely bothered me at all.
 So I bear you no ill will, our eternal rivalry notwithstanding.
 You were always the IBM; I was always the Tandy.
 Any nerd who couldn't accept the social order was a cur.
 Other nerds would ostracize him. Yet all agreed: we knew for sure
 that US > YOU, despite appearance.
 Look at now: demand for nerds. Old jocks: stock on clearance.
 Scratch potbellies and weep about the elbow and the wife.
 I guess I am a little saddened to describe you
 but I'm going to be all right.
 It's cool.
 I'm not going blame you for saddening me.