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Game Day

Mighty Ducks win the game
Pass the ball perfect the play
There's so much riding on your fame
Men clad in armor win the day

The crowds are grumbling they've all gone wild
The stripes bad call has hardened your trial
Yard by yard your penalties mass
But you'll take the lead with a touchdown pass

86 yards with a kick return 
Your rival now should show concern 
We love your power your drive your speed
The beer the bets the company

Football Game day 
Phones be texting
Tailgate fun scores projecting 
Simple fun that's life affecting

It's more than manly testosterone 
That compels us to the game
It's teamwork pride the thrill of the fight
How the underdog pushed and overcame 

Sports and competition have always been a way of life 
Revealing the mighty but also the contrite
Teaching lessons of brotherhood
More victory together than alone we ever could 

So when we gather scream and shout 
Seemingly insane over a meaningless thing
Remember this on Game Day proud
When from the rest of life we simply check out

Is it really so bad to drink too much 
With Oregon's O displayed 
Colored faces worshiping the Duck
When they fumble we yell O  F_ _ _ 

Be it victory or cruel defeat
There's more to this than meets the eye
It's about families, lovers and the best of friends
Gathering to play to laugh and to cry

Game Day for the Oregon Duck
Of our team we're so damn proud
As a fan have you made the cut
Or resigned to just miss out 

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A Prayer of a Footballer

O Lord! Thou art my Coach
I shall never be defeated
 Strengthen me for this game
As I humble call on your name 

Invigorate my heart, mind and body
When I fall, pick me up and energize me
Grant me the tenacity to win every ball
And courage to stand whatever befall

Yea, though my opponents frighten me
Like roaring Lions out of their den
My great Coach always inspires me
Your pep talk! Your word! Uplifts me

Though fear and despair bites me
Like venomous snakes out of the shadow
My Lord is with me everywhere I go
You prepare a strategy to defeat my foe

When the final whistle is blown
And the team heads to the dressing room
May my Lord, the great Coach when He calls my name
Say “Gideon! You played like a Lion, you played the game” 

And surely victory, glory and goodness 
Will hunt me all the days of my life
And I shall look up to my Coach forever
Walking with me now and ever!

The Poet Preacher © 2014

Ps 18:39 My Coach has fortified me with strength [energy, power, strategy, capability] for the battle [big game, contest, combat]: He has subdued [vanquished, beaten, massacred, overpowered] my opponents.

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Crush the giant apart


It's very intriguing how life's test is
Unpredictable hurdles like a Lecturer's quiz
One giant in life I so tremble and fear
Especially, when the cliff-hanger draws near

Yet, I'll never stop believing in myself
O yes! Never stop believing in yourself
Through thick and thin I'll prevail
There's no way I'll fail

I'll keep moving towards the promised land
I'll keep moving and not stand
I'll attack and crush my giant apart
O yes! There's so much power in my heart

I'll tear him apart, I'll pull him down
I'll scatter him upon the ground
I'll give him my best 'Gargo' shot
And blow him at his blind spot

I'll strike his eyes and wash it with turpentine
I'll cut of his tongue and his intestine
I'll break him down and cut of his head
I'll crush this giant and finish him like bread

I'll play hard from beginning to end, I'll go on
Though the cliff may be tedious and long
I'll go on to achieve my quest
O yes! I'll go out to be the best

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Gridiron Glory

Summer's nearly over,
Fall's around the bend;
Fire up the family grill,
Football's back again!

Call up Uncle Benny,
Bring Aunt Lucy too;
Don't forget the "doggies",
We've got lots of brew!

Popcorn's on the table,
Burgers on the bun;
The game's just begun!

Grandpa's on the sofa,
Fiddlin' with his crotch;
Grandma's in limbo,
Staring at her watch!

Benny's passin' gas,
Aunt Lucy's joining in;
We make a hasty exit,
Departing from our den!

In the living room we sit,
Wrapped up in the game;
Here comes Uncle Benny,
With a rather silly claim!

"They won't shut up talkin!"
"Can I sit in here with you?"
The game's gettin' good,
Then grandpa walks in too!

Between the fiddlin' and fartin',
I think we're getting sick;
Something's gotta happen,
And it's gotta happen quick!

A bar down the way,
Alone on Maple Street;
Halftime's nearly over,
It's time to retreat!

Among screaming fans,
The QB throws a pass;
It's football season, baby!
Let's have ourselves a blast!

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In Last Place

He hasn't said ten words to me -
for say, two hours and one long half.
I might as well be absentee
except for an off-handed laugh.

He takes football with white hot fun;
if we're behind, he catches fire!
The game is done, I think we won
and we are headed for the car.

So maybe now I'll have his voice?
Fat chance, it's only radio.
He's flipping channels, makes his choice
finding at last - the post-game show.

When in the drive the static stops, 
the dog is howling at the door.
He lets her in, and rubs her chops
then play by play tells her the score.

I head for bed and say goodnight
but does he note my lonesome tone?
What’s that I hear?  You guessed it right -
a message on the speaker phone.

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An Example of a Trample

In Texas, High School Football is king Every Friday night there’s a game A big event and the stands are full The games aren’t played for fun, they’re for fame In my second year of College life My High School Football team went to State I was compelled to go to Baytown A Championship maybe their fate So proud was I, my team on the field In the high school color, power blue The group of us sitting in the stands Tyler High fans through and through Then the Abilene team came on the field I could feel a big lump in my throat Man for man they all looked like giants The front linemen were something of note From the first snap, you knew things were bad Abilene’s linemen were in control The whole line of scrimmage moved with them My team got trampled under their roll Yes, Trampled would be the word of choice And it continued throughout the game Abilene won the Championship Trampled Tyler left Baytown in shame